We have a bunch of students living next door. To be fair to them, they are generally reasonably considerate. We've asked them once on a Sunday (or Monday, actually) to keep it down a bit at 3am, as we need our beauty sleep in order to get up for work. However, Rich, the builder installing the bathroom relayed the following story.
Whilst Sarah and I were diving in Egypt, Rich started work around the 8-8:30am mark. A knock on the door, Thursday morning around 9am. Pyjama-clad student on the door, clearly marked from the night before.
"Hey, man - you think you can keep it down a bit?"
"Not really, no. This is the time when people generally are at work"
"Yeah, but Thursdays are the only mornings I get a layin, and generally go out the Wednesday"
Rich is somewhat unsympathetic to the man's plight. The student carries on:
"Can you do something about it?"
"I can lend you a pair or ear defenders."
"But the couple here asked us to be quiet one night..."
"Well, perhaps now you understand what it feels like?"
Sheesh. Stoodents, eh.
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And to think, about three years ago, that could have been you. Or Sarah.
Was thinking exactly the same thing... these poor students, they get a hard life... oh to be in that position again.
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