Thursday, June 11, 2009

dear old golden rule days...

School is out all over Erie County. On the plus side, this means I no longer have to drive at a lame duck’s pace through the three school zones lying between home and work every morning (which, as one of these passes by the local branch of the State Police Department where the idiot citizens are terrified to be pulled over if they reach the speed limit of 15 mph and so tend to choke both lanes of traffic going 10, takes for.EV.er). This means I get to drive like a jerk for the sheer fun of it.

But every penny has a flipside. This morning, bright and early, through the open window that lies between my desk and the apartment building fifteen feet from the office wall, broke the unmistakable cries of the invisible neighbors’ invisible children invisibly masturbating to invisible porn. I have my own (strong, abrasive) opinions about pornography, but what raised the hackles of my librarian soul in this case was their abandoned reversal of the old “children should be seen and not heard” adage. Obnoxious. The one kid didn't sound like his voice had even changed yet. (Train 'em up early, right, America?) I thought, Oh, boy...and then, Oh, no. Three months of this. (Although it's kind of funny trying to hold a telephone conversation with clients, attorneys, real estate agents and loan processors with sex shouts in the background.)

So I’m all for summer vacation being repealed. Idle hands...(HA).

Plus if I don’t get three months off anymore, nobody else should either.

4 comments:

none said...

oh. my. goodness.

Doug P. Baker said...

What a disgusting image! They need some homework!

I always gave my class a list of books that must be read before the first day of class, or they wouldn't be admitted. One year the list included the two books of Homer. That at least set aside a large chunk of time in which the kids weren't disturbing their neighbors! (Not that any of my students would ever have disturbed the neighborhood in such a way!)

The Prufroquette said...

You're not kidding. I would LOVE to see these little cretans saddled with some Homer.

The day only got better. They were so foul and noisy, shouting out the windows at our clients coming into the office, that we called the police.

Heh heh heh. They haven't made a peep since.

School's out, but other rules apply, kiddos...

Doug P. Baker said...

Good, I hope it works.

Perhaps you could make an audio recording of the noise of their "self sufficiency" next time, and play it out your windows whenever their friends come by. Or play it when their mom comes home.

If they broadcast it in your direction, why shouldn't you broadcast it back?

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