Last weekend, we were lounging in the living room and I saw an older man walk towards our door and leave something in our mailbox, and then walk away. Without question, it was either Anthrax, or C-4. I informed the Resident Expert that we were at DefCon 1, and went out to check the mail. It was a folded piece of paper, which, once unfolded, told us that the people on the other side of the block were having an anniversary party the following weekend (tonight), and that we could expect more unfamiliar cars parked in the neighborhood, and music and related party sounds between 4:30 pm and 10 pm. Wasn’t that nice of them? Happy anniversary, guy who left something in our mailbox.
But here’s the thing. If you’ve been following the Mellowcat for any length of time, you know that we don’t think too highly of humanity. We’ve established that the nice older gent left this note in everybody’s mailbox, right? It says that the party starts at 4:30. So what does the guy behind us do at 4:30? Fires up the motorized hedge clipper, that’s what. That was ungenerous, sir. I’ll take your power tools for that. The nice people at the anniversary party probably didn’t care, but I was outraged for them. I will never forgive the hedge clipper guy, or find a way to compensate the party goers, and it’s likely that neither the hedge clipper or partiers had any idea what was going on at that moment. This is what it is like being in my back yard.
We weren’t invited to the party (one guess as to why), but we could hear the music and it was most enjoyable! Here’s kitty, grooving to the sounds.