I Don't Want To Have To Come Up There!

Thanks to the Crap House I have become noise sensitive when I sleep. I have a difficult time forcing my brain to stop turning over at night and in order to get any sleep at all I have to take a herbal sleeping aid called Valerian. Valerian in its most potent form is what they give some Schizophrenics to prevent ‘episodes’ and by golly it sure works to quiet the chatter in my head when I am trying to fall asleep. Now, I also have to wear ear plugs and let me tell you it sucks because I’m convinced they are going to slip past my ear drums and work their way into my brain; like I need more crap in there.

The other night I put myself to bed at 10:00pm and at 10:30pm my eyes flew open in rage. The Crap House is so close to the hostel that I can hear everything that goes on in the kitchen and sometimes in the rooms. Oh get your minds out of the gutter.
On this particular night these dim-witted guests up in room twelve were having an argument in their native tongue. Their window was wide open and they were yelling at the top of their lungs. I was sure they would argue themselves out after about 30 minutes so I tried to ignore them. Eleven came and went and the arguing continued; by 11:30pm I had had enough.

I was faced with two choices; I could get up and change out of my ‘Just Chillin’ polar bear emblazoned pajamas into my regular clothes and go over to the hostel, open the door, go upstairs, knock on their door and ask them nicely to keep it down or I could just yell out the window like they do in New York city.

Well I hate having to re-strap on my bra once it has been removed. (Free at last! Free at last! Thank you Lord! I am free at last!) So yelling out the window seemed a more logical and entertaining option. So I flung open my window, cleared my throat and over their boisterous bitching I roared: ‘Either close your window or shut the hell up! If I have to put my bra back on to come up there I am going to be really unhappy!’

Problem solved.