In which I tell J to get the shotgun.
And then think better of it and opt for calling the police.
Remember the idiot whose car horn goes off every morning? He’s got a New! Alarm! now - one of those fancy zango ones that does 6 different screams and chirping patterns in repetition.
And it’s malfunctioning.
It’s gone off 34 35 36 times in the last half hour. It’s hard enough to get Button to sleep these days and it’s a complete miracle she hasn’t woken up yet but if she does I swear I’m going over there with a sledge hammer.
And the fool has either left his car in the street while he’s not home or he’s too much of an ass to do anything about it.
The cops are here now and I’d better see that sucker towed away.
Nope. The car owner is outside now. After half an hour of listening to his car scream, it takes the cops showing up to get him to do anything about it???
And now the cops are gone and the alarm is still malfunctioning.
Bastards.
