How to Win Friends and Influence People
"It's after 2 am. You're keeping my child awake and teaching him to cuss, and I don't appreciate either one. Stop it, or I'm calling the police."
I had a more tactful response in mind, but that's what came out.
If it works long-term, I have no regrets.
In the meantime, if Teddy blurts out "what the FUCK," I know where he got it.
|Date:||June 19th, 2007 06:05 pm (UTC)|| |
I love my neighborhood, really...
...but some of the neighbors? Or, more specifically, some of the neighbors' teenagers? Not so much. This happens every summer.
Years ago, it was midnight games of basketball (thunk thunk thunk swish thunk thunk thunk swish repeat until your head explodes). These days, it's really crappy guitar playing and cuss-filled games of pool. On the front porch. Glorious.
|Date:||June 19th, 2007 07:25 pm (UTC)|| |
more passive-aggressive, I suppose...
I didn't plan to march over there and threaten to call the police. :sigh: But the truth is that I would've called if they hadn't shut up; it seemed only fair, in the moment, to warn them.
What sent me over the edge was that is was MONDAY night (Tuesday morning). In what world is it ok to be up hollering at 2 am on a Monday night? How the hell does anyone justify that to himself?
Alas, he doesn't have to justify it to his parents, as they sleep with their bedroom door closed (and are apparently deaf), leaving the parenting to the neighbors.
[deep breath, Kate]
On a much happier note, I'm SO excited about Saturday!