How Many Miles To The Gallon Does Your House Get?
I HEAR RUDE PEOPLE:
The guy in his car who's playing booming, house foundation-shaking bass outside my window tells ME I should move if I'm bothered.
Hmmm...here's a brain-teaser for you...which of these has wheels & an engine, my house or your car?
(And yes, in case you're wondering, I asked very politely -- because that's nice to do, and because asking any other way will either get you snarled at or shot.)
You should get one of those cans of compressed air with a horn, walk over to the drivers side descreetly, and blast the fucker.
Less than a buck: http://www.amazon.com/Air-Horn-987587/dp/B002TR0JEO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1324340895&sr=8-1
Eric at December 19, 2011 4:29 PM
See - you are to nice. I go berserk and can yell louder than any boombox. Besides, I shoot back.
Dave B at December 19, 2011 4:35 PM
See how mad these jerks make me - s/h/b too.
Dave B at December 19, 2011 4:36 PM
A friend of mine had this problem on his dead end
city street. On a warm summer evening a crowd of boom cars congregated in front of his house. My friend, like you, asked for a volume reduction and
was cursed at. He returned home, put his stereo speakers on the front porch, and put the volume at
10 with bag pipe music on the turntable.
It seems that boom car people are allergic to bag pipe music.
fatfred at December 19, 2011 8:01 PM
It seems that boom car people are allergic to bag pipe music.
Little Feat wrote a song about that, like to hear it? Here it goes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xk0gPGSO8jM
Flynne at December 20, 2011 3:22 AM
Why didn't you use the genious "Can you turn it down, my baby is sleeping" bit (I think I read that here)
Brian at December 20, 2011 9:21 AM
Amy Alkon
http://www.advicegoddess.com/archives/2011/12/19/how_many_miles.html#comment-2864559">comment from BrianYes, I came up with that. Usually works. Less so with women, interestingly. In this case, I was irate about the outrageous level of sound and forgot to be calculating (though I did pretend to not be in a rage).
Amy Alkon
at December 20, 2011 9:40 AM
I hate when asking nicely doesn't work! Especially when what you really want to do is rip them a new one.
My cousin lived upstairs from some people who would continuously play their salsa/mariachi music too loud, and she had asked them politely a number of times to please keep it down. They always agreed, and were never snarly back, but they never actually DID it.. so one day she'd had enough and put on a booming (and obnoxious) Marilyn Manson song on repeat, put her huge speakers face down, and turned them up full blast.. and then left for a few hours. They got the point after that!
Angie at December 20, 2011 11:10 AM
The Boss just got in from Baltimore. On his flight this morning, a pregnant woman with a lap baby sat behind him. Since she was pregnant, she had the kid (probably just under two years old) standing the whole time. So Boss got to endure a toddler kicking his seat, reaching around his seat, wiggling, and otherwise doing restless little kid things for two hours.
I'm not sure how it's a lap baby if you can't let him sit in your lap.
He finally asked her if she could please keep her child from reaching around and from kicking. She told him she was "doing the best she could."
Kudos to Southwest, though- they noticed what was happening, and an off-duty employee was willing to switch with him, and they also offered him some vouchers.
ahw at December 20, 2011 12:21 PM
Seat kicking toddler reminds me of the Warren Sapp commercial You know what to do with kickers... good times, good time...
I R A Darth Aggie at December 21, 2011 4:17 PM
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