The house/building next door is occupied, much like ours, with groups of people unknown to each other by and large. One set of folks next door are girls, maybe two, maybe three, and they are in their early twenties. They entertain on the weekends and the occasional evenings, and they and their guests drink.
They drink like we used to drink (we know who we are). We probably used to get obnoxious like they do--alcohol has a way of dissolving one's personal volume control. During the Grand Prix weekend the Led Zeppelin son "Black Dog", a well regarded Zep song by many fans, began playing in the girls' place. What followed would have produced mixed feelings for Zeppelin fans: the enthusiasm was great, but the execution was lacking...the drunken guy guests next door began yelling the words, mostly ruining the classic.
In any case, I find myself, as does Corrie, occasionally wanting to holler "Shut the hell up!" out my window, followed with a trip downstairs to force compliance. We try and remember that there's a time and a place for that, and we were just the same, and that we should only intervene when it's really bad, which is hasn't ever gotten.
The Saturday before Easter was another loud night, and then next morning some of the previous night's debris was left out on their porch: beer can(s), cigarette pack...here's a picture:
What don't you see? A pack of smokes.
Corrie had noticed the trash, and made a joke about Easter. As I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for work, she started to laugh, and then began to relay to me what was transpiring.
A guy had been walking down the street through the rain, noticed the pack of cigarettes on the covered banister, picked it up, shook it, which indicated it wasn't empty, then stuck them in his pocket and moved along.
He crossed the street and went to the church on the corner.
Karma has a way of evening out annoyances, or so I'm told.
now that is one very cool Karma story.... thanks for sharing... hope Easter wasn't too crazy for you at work
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