Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 6:46:55 GMT 7
So I've arranged to meet my schoolteacher lady friend at a country resort. The room is beautiful, the area even more so. She's arranged for a local restaurant to deliver a romantic dinner to us, the resort has set a table on a balcony overlooking the mountains.
And across the road, it's a "birthday party," for the local hospital. Three booming sets of speakers competing with each other. The wails from the karaoke fighting with ancient Thai pop songs and modern beats. That bad, I drove over to see who was inflicting this racket, to find a dozen people gathered around each set of speakers. I hope the hospital has a good ear drum surgeon.
I am a bit noise sensitive, but this was different league stuff. I asked the resort manager if she could arrange the the food to be delivered to a different location. Maybe even to someone's house, just somewhere we could sit in the quiet. Next thing the resort owner is on the phone explaining it only happened once a year. " What's the use of that to me?" I asked.
A decision was made to reset the table on the quietest balcony. We sat, intending to make the best of it. The phone went, "Blether, the police are going to the hospital to tell them to shut up. Many people have complained." And sure enough, ten minutes later, the noise died down.
Silence reigned, romantic tension rose, glasses of wine chunked, as the sounds of nature emerged in the darkness. And then, from nowhere, that growling wail that p**sed off cats make. Like the sound of a demons death in a horror movie. The schoolteacher fixed me in the eye, and dealt the killer question.
"Do you want the police to arrest the cat?"
And across the road, it's a "birthday party," for the local hospital. Three booming sets of speakers competing with each other. The wails from the karaoke fighting with ancient Thai pop songs and modern beats. That bad, I drove over to see who was inflicting this racket, to find a dozen people gathered around each set of speakers. I hope the hospital has a good ear drum surgeon.
I am a bit noise sensitive, but this was different league stuff. I asked the resort manager if she could arrange the the food to be delivered to a different location. Maybe even to someone's house, just somewhere we could sit in the quiet. Next thing the resort owner is on the phone explaining it only happened once a year. " What's the use of that to me?" I asked.
A decision was made to reset the table on the quietest balcony. We sat, intending to make the best of it. The phone went, "Blether, the police are going to the hospital to tell them to shut up. Many people have complained." And sure enough, ten minutes later, the noise died down.
Silence reigned, romantic tension rose, glasses of wine chunked, as the sounds of nature emerged in the darkness. And then, from nowhere, that growling wail that p**sed off cats make. Like the sound of a demons death in a horror movie. The schoolteacher fixed me in the eye, and dealt the killer question.
"Do you want the police to arrest the cat?"