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4:55 AM

I don't think you knew what you were starting when you repeatedly rang my doorbell at 4:55 AM. I was sound asleep, trying to enjoy the few hours of dreaming I'd get in today when you rang my buzzer not once, but twice.

Are you not intelligent enough to recognize that even though you stood inside our vestibule, your shadows were cast on the sidewalk from the light in our mutual doorway behind you? Did you not realize that the entire rest of our building, street and neighborhood is so damn quiet at 5 AM that I could hear the giggling and slamming of your front door?

What amuses me the most is that my alarm clock was set for 5 minutes after your little stunt, and your actions made my morning so much easier. Once you had woken me up I saw no reason not to make all the noise I wanted while I prepared to catch a morning flight, including but not limited to, the extraneous grinding of coffee beans over your bedroom, turning the volume on NPR all the way up (in 3 different rooms) while I showered, and immediately donning hard heeled biker boots while I stomped to and fro dragging my suitcase over the hard wood floors. In fact, your stunt alleviated any concerns I had for possibly waking up my neighbors. Thanks. Oh, one last thing, I only lost 5 minutes of sleep this morning. How did you do?

Comments

Ha ha. Awesome. I get the same way with my upstairs neighbors. They will vacuum at 11:00 p.m. and do hammering after midnight. So, I wake up, toss on AM news or put the iPod through the PC and all is part of a balanced, nutritional breakfast.

They might interrupt my sleep, but I end up waking them up, making it impossible for them to fall back asleep -- and, to boot, my laundry is done, floors are clean, and four boxes put away into the closet. I don't know how productive their Saturday will be with being so groggy, but I'll be vacuuming soon and going to the airport myself.

Cheers!