So my next door neighbors have been having a little work done on their garage. Not like a major rebuild, just replacing some rotted wood, etc. The handyman has been coming and going all week.
I was awakened at 2:30 AM this morning by a loud, repetitive banging. All I could think was that there was some kind of emergency, and someone was desperately trying to wake up the whole neighborhood for help.
I jumped out of bed and looked out the window. There was the handyman, pounding something on the lid of our neighbor's massive, hard plastic trash can.
I flew downstairs, flung open my back door and demanded to know what it was he thought he was doing making all that racket at 2:30 AM.
He said, "Oh, I was cleaning out this filter. I didn't think anyone would hear it."
I said, "Are you out your fucking mind? You're banging on a trash can at 2:30 AM under my bedroom window and you didn't think I would hear it?"
Okay, so enough my inability to suffer fools. My question is, what the actual fuck? Do handymen really work outdoors at 2:30 AM, or is this guy completely off his nut? I've never heard of such a thing. He was not there when we went to bed, either. It's not like he lost track of time and worked late. He arrived sometime in the wee hours to do his banging around.
My neighbors appear to have left town, BTW. Have I mentioned that I like these neighbors a bit less all the time?
If Mr. Midnight Handyman returns tonight I think I will call the cops and report a prowler.
What would you do?
I was awakened at 2:30 AM this morning by a loud, repetitive banging. All I could think was that there was some kind of emergency, and someone was desperately trying to wake up the whole neighborhood for help.
I jumped out of bed and looked out the window. There was the handyman, pounding something on the lid of our neighbor's massive, hard plastic trash can.
I flew downstairs, flung open my back door and demanded to know what it was he thought he was doing making all that racket at 2:30 AM.
He said, "Oh, I was cleaning out this filter. I didn't think anyone would hear it."
I said, "Are you out your fucking mind? You're banging on a trash can at 2:30 AM under my bedroom window and you didn't think I would hear it?"
Okay, so enough my inability to suffer fools. My question is, what the actual fuck? Do handymen really work outdoors at 2:30 AM, or is this guy completely off his nut? I've never heard of such a thing. He was not there when we went to bed, either. It's not like he lost track of time and worked late. He arrived sometime in the wee hours to do his banging around.
My neighbors appear to have left town, BTW. Have I mentioned that I like these neighbors a bit less all the time?
If Mr. Midnight Handyman returns tonight I think I will call the cops and report a prowler.
What would you do?