dear intersection of 3rd and macdougal,
is it really necessary to have angry honking duels at all hours of the night? i realize that if the cab in front of you doesn't go at exactly the millisecond that the light turns green, your life will forever be changed for the worse.
the question is, though,will it really make things better if you honk at him for 20 seconds non-stop? and will your life improve if he then, in turn, honks back at you for 24 seconds non-stop? and will anyone be happy if you all start honking and yelling out your windows at each other simultaneously, so loudly that i can hear it through a closed window on the 5th floor at ungodly hours?
and mr. officer, is it really part of your job description to have a siren symphony in the early hours of the morning? either turn your siren on, or don't. it's not a toy. and you don't have musical talent. so don't switch it on and off so the first start-up tone repeats endlessly at uneven intervals and only exacerbates the cacophony of horns.
i know you new yorkers have to assert yourselves at every second to every person or inanimate object in your field of vision, in every possible way. but would it be too much to ask to just abstain from your jerk exercises at this one intersection? law school affords this whole building enough sleep disturbance. thank you.
~naseem
Posted by naseem at October 29, 2005 12:00 AMThis reminded me of a hotel in downtown Atlanta where I stayed a night to attend a training. Fortunately, I am a pretty heavy sleeper (only way to get through my snoring).
Posted by: ez at October 29, 2005 09:36 AMI'll lend you my shoulder mounted rocket launcher. I have an extra one in my car. The 5th floor will be a great place to shoot from. Briefly, your street will be much louder. But then...there will be silence.
Posted by: greg at October 31, 2005 08:35 AMNas, I was going to say how funny your post was, but Greg's comment has me laughing out loud. Good show.
7 years of urban living (if you can call Knoxville urban) desensitized me to sirens. There were four firehouses within 10 blocks of my house, and ambulances used to charge the wrong way up the one-way street outside my window. It's to the point now where I don't even hear sirens. All the sudden a firetruck with be filling my rearview mirrow and I'm all, "Where did that guy come from?"
Posted by: george at October 31, 2005 11:40 AMSorry Nas...I lived right by a frat house during 2L! I don't which is worst.
Posted by: Artemis at November 3, 2005 03:09 AMONE THING TO SAY ABOUT THIS COMMENT: add some bollywood songs playing non-stop to the mix, and you have my existence in hend.
Posted by: Geeti at December 4, 2005 10:32 AM