OH, THOSE NOISY NEIGHBORS!
I love music— but not when it’s blaring from your next-door neighbor’s videoke machine at full volume with matching crooning of wannabe singers.
The neighbors are celebrating the day before Christmas with flair. They rented a commercial videoke machine just for the occasion. Not a bad thing, really—if only they wouldn’t direct their mega-sized speakers in the direction of our house. And if only they knew how to sing!
My goodness! How can a week-old baby get some sleep when there’s so much noise?! The off-key, off-beat renditions make me cringe, startle and jolt. Oh, well. At least, Mommy says she’s now certain that I’m not deaf.
Uh-oh. They’ve ditched the ballads and are now going for pop… Now they’re moving on to rock. Ooooh, please don’t let them launch into those irritating nonsensical songs, anything but that. Ooops, too late…
I suppose we’d just have to put up with all this noise until dawn… I wonder if there are any documented ill-effects of horrible music to an infant’s psychological development… Oh, it’s gonna cost my parents big bucks to send me to therapy to counteract any damage caused by all this din and racket!
