Saturday, March 7, 2009

Alarm

What starts with 'f' and ends with 'uck'? Duh....fire truck! As in the sound of fire truck sirens woke me up this morning. Lovely. Sometimes it's a fire truck, other times it's stray cats crying at my window ( I should really stop feeding them), or it's my neighbor singing opera at 3 a.m.  Just one of the many things living in the city has to offer. I also wake up when I hear my roommate come home from work at 4 a.m. No worries, she's not a hooker, she just works at the coat check in Montreal's largest gay bar. She makes 2-3 times more tips (tips that she doesn't have to declare in her taxes) hanging up coats and drinking with other employees than I did slaving away  at a rotisserie downtown as a waitress last semester. Bitch.

P.S For the record, I have yet to call the cops on my neighbor's late night/early morning concerts. But, he had the police come to my place a few weeks ago for noise :O. It was a Thursday night at 12:30, we were 4 friends sitting around my dining room table drinking and chatting when we heard a knock on the door. I expected it might be my neighbor coming to ask us to turn it down, but, it was 2 police officers instead. They asked us to quiet down our party; although, they looked rather amused at the fact that someone was actually stupid enough to call the cops on four people sitting down in a kitchen, having a drink. So now, every time  we hear  our neighbor having sex (well, it sounds like sex perhaps but we never see him with anyone else, maybe he sneaks in male hookers at night) we try to knock on the ceiling to let him know that he ain't all that quiet as a mouse either. I emphasize 'try' to knock on the ceiling in time because it's usually over within minutes. He's rude AND premature. You can bet I will be waiting with 911 on speed dial the next time he makes any noise past 11 p.m. But, I'm still debating whether I should fight fire with fire by calling the cops on him or if I should kill him with kindness and go ask him very politely to turn it down when I get the opportunity. It's a tough call.

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