Sleepless Mornings

Last summer we were told one of the reasons our grass didn’t get mowed was because they weren’t able to mow on the weekends because it “disturbed the residents.” Today and yesterday mornings (Saturday and Sunday) we were awoken by a man sledge hammering walls in the house behind us at 6am. Like a pounding headache the incessant racket drove Scott from his peaceful slumber to a state of sheer frustration. He thought through his options in his head:

1. “I could call the office. Oh wait they’re still at home sleeping just like all the other sane people around here.”
2. “I could go scream obscenities at the man. However, I am not the one wielding a sledge hammer.”
3. “I could pretend to be a building inspector and tell him he’s violating code. However I left my building inspector costume back home in Dallas.”

Defeated, Scott decided he had no other option but to make a pot of coffee and wait until later when he could call the office and petition to get sledge hammering lumped into the same noise category as lawn mowing.