Most mornings after I pack Mr. Gibberish’s cooler with breakfast and lunch I send him off to work with a kiss and hug while it’s still dark outside. I close the door holding the latch mechanism and pulling it toward me as quietly as I can – because there is nothing worse than noisy neighbors. Then I wait patiently as he gets himself settled in the truck, gently pulls his door shut, starts the engine without revving it and pulls out of our space; it’s early, we don’t want to disturb the neighbors. Then I turn off the outside light and jump back in bed.
Yes, I know I’m lazy… I’ve just never been a morning person. Sometimes I read a book, sometimes I catch up on all the wonderful blogs here, and sometimes I just scan the news online. I do, however, almost always fall back to sleep for a couple of hours. I know, I know, all those hours of wasted productivity time. I’m not saying I sleep until noon or anything. I’m usually up and dressed, sitting here writing something by 9:00.
Well, this morning I didn’t get my morning nappy and that makes me a little cranky. It seems we’ve come across a rather noisy neighbor. Yes, I know it happens once in a while and I really shouldn’t complain. I guess we’re actually lucky that in the six plus months we’ve been living in the camper we’ve only had two that I can recall.
The good news is, they are in one of the CruiseAmerica rental RV’s so I’m guessing they’re not here for any extended period of time, and the spaces are not as close as they have been in the past when we’ve had to deal with … ok I’ll say it… screeching kids. What is it today that makes kids who are loud not just loud but screechy? I’m sure I sound like a crotchety old man (and I’m a woman so that’s quite a feat!) but I honestly don’t get it.
I raised two boys, who are two and a half years apart in age. Yes, my boys were loud and rambunctious on occasion. But they were never ever screechy, and as I recall, they were never too loud in a situation that would be disruptive to others.
Anyway, as I lie there listening to the little urchins it reminded me of something I wrote a while ago while we were staying in Huntington Beach, California. So here, without further ado, is even more griping about noisy neighbors…. enjoy. (*By the way, the RV park itself was great! A link and brief review follows this rant.*)
Oh my head… somebody give that kid a cracker!
I am a usually easy-going and laid back person. Most things others do don’t set me off too much. Yes, stupidity irks me. But if it isn’t hurting anyone except the idiot involved, I usually just shake my head and consider myself lucky that it’s not one of my relatives… especially any of my offspring.
I’ll also say that in the past two plus months we have been living in our camper we have not had one single problem with noisy, sloppy, rude neighbors. I guess I didn’t realize how lucky we had been. It’s like that old saying… “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone”. OK I realize now – and I want it back.
You see our good luck streak with regard to great neighbors came to a screeching (and I do mean SCREECHING) halt last night. Oh, they seemed like they would be nice enough neighbors when they pulled in. They appeared to be somewhat established as they were driving a newer Mercedes SUV and pulling what looked like a brand new pop-up camper.
The gentleman was friendly right out of the gate when he inquired about exactly where his site was and how he should set up. He was a little hard to understand as he had a very heavy accent. I’m not exactly sure what their nationality is yet. I’m thinking maybe some sort of Mediterranean descent… Albanian, Lebanese, Greek, maybe Turkish. I’m really bad at guessing these things. The point is I was excited to have them because I like to interact (or at least observe) as many different ethnicities as I can.
I’d like to say it’s because I’m some sort of student of the world. But the truth is the more I’m exposed to different types of people, accents, customs, etc. the more I have to draw upon later when I’m trying to develop characters. Well, as it turns out my excitement about my possible ethnic immersion didn’t last very long.
After the couple got their camper all backed in which can be tricky, especially in tight quarters such as these, the gentleman again came over and apologized for making too much noise and for taking so long to get the unit in. He explained that they were new at this. We quickly assured him that it was fine, that we were sort of new too. We also sheepishly admitted that it took us more than a few tries to get into our spot as well.
I’m sure you’re wondering why on earth we would want to stay in a park where all the rigs are so close together. The answer is simple really. The beach is literally across the street and we love the area. And in all reality, this is the first time I’ve ever been bothered by the noise of neighbors. Yes, occasionally we might hear a few loud laughs from those partying on the weekends. But it’s a place where most people are vacationing. I expect that there is going to be some fun to be heard. Woo Hoo.. no problem. But I’ve never ever heard anything loud after 11:00 p.m. and like I said we are at the beach… and that’s the spoonful of sugar that makes the medicine go down.
The truth is I wasn’t complaining at this point. I was still thinking this is going to be great! I hope the woman, which so far I had only seen smile and wave, was just as sociable… and then it happened. No, it’s not what you’re thinking. I still haven’t had the opportunity to talk to her, so I have no idea if she’s nice or not. The only thing I know for sure is that these quiet, polite, people have the loudest, most animated, screechiest voiced little
spoiled brat girl I have ever seen… or more accurately heard.
Oh my head! I thought it was kind of strange that after they were so contrite thinking they were making too much noise at barely 8:30 in the evening that this little whirling dervish was in full blast mode. But I gave them the benefit of the doubt and thought they were probably just letting her run off a little steam. Maybe they had a long drive and she had been cooped up for too long. No real harm or foul. After all it was only a little after 9 o’clock on a Friday night.
I never actually heard a peep out of the couple for the rest of the night. However, I did hear the shrieking little shrew. Yes, I know that sounds harsh. She’s a little kid for Pete’s sake! I’m guessing not more than 4 or 5 years old. But after hearing her yapping at 10:30, 11:00, 11:30, 12:00 a.m. and even into the wee hours of the morning… about the silly crap kids talk about at that age (i.e. “I’m the teacher. Sit down class!” or “No! I said I’m the Mommy and I’m going to drive you to school!” or “I’m hungry… make me something now Mommy!”) not just once, but over and over and over again.
You know one thing I didn’t hear??? Not once did I hear either one of the parents say anything to quiet her down. Not one “Let’s use out inside voices.” or “Okay, now… it’s time to settle down.” or how about “Shut the hell up kid! You’re making me crazy!!” Oh wait… yes I heard that last one over and over again… in my own head. So I have to wonder now. I know these people are new… but do they think the canvass walls of the pop-up camper (see pic above) are somehow sound proof? Do they put earplugs in and try to tune the screechy little tyke out?? Seriously I don’t get it.
OK… I feel better now. Funny how a good rant in the morning clears the old noggin
As always, thanks for stopping by.
*Note: The pictures were taken at Huntington By the Sea RV Park. As you can see, you really can’t get much closer to the beach. The staff was absolutely wonderful and the amenities clean and nicely updated. If you’re looking to spend some quality time on the beach in Surf City I highly recommend checking this park out.*