It happens every day. OK, it doesn't happen on Sundays, but every other day. It happens at 6:00am. OK, it doesn't happen exactly at 6:00am, but pretty close to it. So on every day except Sunday at almost the same time Truck Guy starts his day. He's more reliable than my alarm clock. I'll give the guy credit, he never misses a chance to work and make a dollar.
Truck Guy parks his truck under my second floor apartment bedroom window. I don't blame him, it's his assigned parking space. Why he wasn't assigned a spot under his bedroom window I don't know. So before the roosters have even had their first cup of coffee, Truck Guy fires up his Ford F-250 pick up truck while he loads up the truck bed. I'm guessing he runs the truck to cool the cab in the summer and warm it in the winter. At least he doesn't blare the freakin' radio while he does it. Truck Guy is in construction, so every morning he loads his tools, supplies, equipment, drinking water, etc. into the back of his truck. I know this because I've come home while he was unloading into his storage closet one night. He does this with the truck running too, but of course it's no where near as annoying at 6:00pm instead of 6:00am. If the hoodlums and gang bangers around here didn't steal everything that isn't glued down, Truck Guy could leave his stuff in his truck and save 30 minutes every morning and 30 minutes every night. But alas that's not likely to happen anytime soon so the morning ritual carries on.
I sleep with the windows open on most nights. Having spent the past 10 years in New England, where all the windows were closed for six months of winter, it's a perk to be able to get fresh air at night year round. Unfortunately Truck Guy's late model pick-up is slightly louder than a 747 jumbo-jet so when he's up and about, I'm awake too. There's no sleeping in late around the abode of bobness, except on Sundays. Thank goodness Truck Guy doesn't take the Truckettes to morning church services or I'd really be screwed. Short of keeping the windows closed and broiling in the summer heat, there's not too much I can do but get on my blog and bitch about it. So that's what I'll do... tell the tale of the Truck Guy and a sleep deprived neighbor.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Truck Guy
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*shaking head annoyed with 'truck guy'...knows Bob's pain all to well, sighs and takes a seat on Bob's stairwell...*
Gee, Bob that really is shitty of that guy...can't he NOT RUN his damn truck?! If you were me...which your not...otherwise you would be wearing these annoying things called bras! I would have ran down those damn stairs and choked the crap out of that GUY! I am so serious! *trying to give the stink eye*
It is just plain rude and so uncalled for...yeah! yeah! earning a buck...hmmm not too long ago my friend I think you did just that at the convention center when all hell was busting loose! Heck! we all work for a hard earned buck...but you don't catch me running my car to annoy my neighbors! Yea! Choking the crap out of 'Truck Guy' is high priority! Hope someday he moves! Hang tough *wait isn't that a song from the backstreet boys...slaps forhead more annoying crap*
Hugs my friend!
Robyn
Hmmm...I would how many times I can type annoying...annoying isn't it!
LMAO!
Robyn
'wonder' gee annoying when I mispell or is it misspell! Gee...I am annoyed!
Ok...I will stop now!
*almost shooting water through nose from laughing so hard*
Robyn
That's my Robyn!!! She's a gem and I love her to bits.
I suggest you don't wait for truck guy to move, you move instead. Perhaps back east? That's my hope. I want you to be happy. (Just curious, why does he have to start his vehicle a half hour befor leaving? This isn't New England!?)
Love you,
Me
Many, many, MANY years ago before the birth of my spawn, I lived with their father…..a drag racer. This is what he did for a living. He traveled the circuit. I stayed at home and took care of the homestead and when he was home he worked on the cars. In the garage. Most days very early in the morning. My neighbors were not friends back then. Do you know how loud a rail is at 6:00 in the morning when revved in the garage right on the other side of the wall of your bedroom? Yeah, it’s LOUD! I sympathize with you totally and completely.
Oh geez, I can only imagine what a PITA that is. Too bad you can't accidentally throw something out your bedroom window at him. LOL
I hope this doesn't come off sounding racist because it certainly isn't meant to be. Truck Guy is a mexican with a wife and at least one, maybe two kids, who speaks very little if any English. The Truckettes live across the hall from me. I don't know them, but for some strange reason I like them. We always exchange pleasant smiles, and I make a weak attempt at communication with an "hola" or "buenos tardes" which generally draws an even bigger smile from them.
They seem to be a really sweet couple working hard to scrape by in the ultra-expensive Bay Area. I wouldn't have the heart to approach them about such a minor inconvenience in my life as this.
Aaaahhhh! shucks Bob now I feel like a total ass! Damn it! Sorry about my first annoying comment.
Hugs,
Robyn
robyn, if you try hard you might get your second foot in yur mouth! :)
my hubby runs a HUGE outboard motor just before & just after he goes fishing. the hours are generally civilised but the noise and the smoke are not. i feel like doorknocking the neighbours and saying "nothing to do with me"
I can honestly say I live in Heaven and have amazing neighbors. *Get's down on knees and kisses concrete, grass, sidewalk, trees, shrubs, car, garage door, etc...*
You are a good neighbor. :-)
Reminds me of the fella who played "High Enough" by the Damn Yankees 24-7 for the entire year I lived in a certain apartment.
Leave him a nice little sticky note on his windshield about courtesy... prolly won't work, but he'll get the message.
Jeeeeez.
It's probably a diesel engine. You've got to start those and let them warm up a bit, and they're loud too.
But you have to admire a guy who gets up everyday and goes to work to earn a living.
"buenos tardes"......LMAO!
Classic!
HEY - my word verification is fnny today: "whatjokt"
Poor Bob has to deal with Truck Guy,
Who's loud truck makes him want to cry.
He can't sleep with the noise,
From Truck Guy's biggest boy toys.
Bob should tell him to get it fixed,
But maybe Bob is afraid to get nixed.
But we all feel Bob's pain,
We have neighbors too who are lame.
Hey you!
Blottie XO
Maybe a window air conditioning unit?? I know the pain of being woken in such a way, but by people you really do like, and don't have the heart to throttle.
But it is my opinion that Bobness needs his sleep.
Just a thought. Window units, even a small 5000 BTU one are still fairly affordable. You might even be able to pick one up at a pawn shop.
Good luck.
I am responding to this post because it reminds me a of a similar circumstance.
I used to live closer to the city, where folks parked in the street and in a small lot behind the building.
Every morning I would wake up to one of those crazy "Fast & Furious" type of cars where the muffler is designed specifically to create a certain sound ... a really LOUD sound. Of course, this guy did not just start the motor and drive off. He reved the engine, and the spun the tires with a loud chirp as he made it down the block. Every day the same way. I yelled out the window one "cranky morning" .... of course, this guy could never have heard me over the car noise and the music on the radio. Still, it was thereputic to me.
Now, when I need to realese some tension, I just hollar out the window at a fictitious rocket car.
OK ... I made that last part up, but it seemed to fit well in this lengthy comment.
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