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BOOM!!!
Bad enough I had to go into work and leave later than planned (worked 2-9 last night) but we had no peace in our 'hood last night.
Mom and I had stopped for ice cream on the way home from work and were turning the corner to get into our driveway at something til 10 . . . heard loud fireworks going off.
Okay folks, this was July 5 . . . the 4th was the day before according to every calendar I've seen (and I have several at home.)
We drive past the house and turn the corner to see if we can spot the dumbasses. Go down the first side street . . . didn't see anyone but we saw bright flashes coming from my side of the car. Turned the corner and went down the next side street behind it . . .
Saw a mob of at least 12 of our more "intellectual" neighbors standing out in the road in front of a house (there were at least 2 small kids among the group) playing with fireworks.
Mom drove slowly by and tried to make a mental note of which street she was on. We made it home a few minutes later, I scurried into the house, peeled off clothes and jumped into the shower, as I had to be back at work at 6 a.m. this morning.
Got out of the shower a few minutes later and was in the bedroom w/the tv on and rolling my hair for the night when I heard a loud "BOOOM!" that shook the windows and everything in the house!
I paused and tried to listen to see what it could have been and heard a second "BOOOM!" that sounded like it was directly over the house.
I quickly finished with my hair, wrapped my scarf around it and went outside to the front porch. Mom's wheelchair was not on the porch and my brother was standing outside, saying he'd just called 911 to get the police out here.
I"m trying to piece it together, partly due to my being mentally tired and it was late and also the fact that my brother has a speech impediment and it sometimes takes a bit to figure out what's he's trying to say.
I go to the ramp at the end of the porch and the car is gone. Turned out those booms we heard sounded like they were coming from where those assholes were shooting off fireworks and it pissed Mom off so much she got back into the car to go over there and give them all a piece of her mind while she had my brother call 911 and report it.
And of course my brother was frustrated b/c he had to talk to the dispatcher and give the last 4 digits of our phone number several times b/c she (or he) couldn't understand him.
Anyway, Mom came back a few minutes later and was in rare form. And of course, she had a round with those neighbors.
One of the women apparently told my mother they had permission to fire them off last night.
This is Tuesday night, the 5th. The 4th of July is the only legal day (that we know of around here) where you can legally set off firecrackers, but only the smaller stuff you can legally purchase here (want the heavy duty ones that can be heard 5 miles away? Drive down to SC for those , but I digress.)
That threw my Mom into a rage we know as "Mama Bear" . . . she told that woman point blank she didn't know what fool told her she had permission but the 4th was the day before. Besides, those loud noises bother people and we have a number of older and/or sick people in our neighborhood.
Hell, the old man across the street from that mob has had to be carried out of his house several times within the last 6 weeks or so (he has severe heart troubles.) Mom also informed her that the police had been called b/c she had had enough of the bullshit and she wasn't going to put up with any more.
So she's telling me all this while she sent my brother back inside for her phone. She called 911 back to tell them the correct street name just as we saw a police cruiser turn the corner at our house and drive back toward the scene of the aggravation.
Then a second police car came down our road from the other side, turned around at the intersection and came back down before stopping at our house.
So for the next few minutes, my mother had a nice conversation with that officer. The officer said they were putting all the stuff away when they got down there and said that somebody had already came down and complained loudly about it.
Mom readily admitted she was the complainer . . . actually my Mom is the neighborhood watch. She rides around in her wheelchair and can tell you who's doing who, which car belongs where, which dogs live at what homes and if there's anything out of place, she can spot it in a second.
Needless to say, the officer told her that if she heard anything else, call back and he left.
And we didn't hear another peep out of those neighbors the rest of the night. If we had've, Mom will have been on that phone with 911 so fast it'd have made their heads spin.
We're just glad we also didn't have to hear an ambulance . . . I'd have felt bad for that poor guy across the street from those dumbasses, especially if his heart had started acting up again and he had to call 911.
Mom and I had stopped for ice cream on the way home from work and were turning the corner to get into our driveway at something til 10 . . . heard loud fireworks going off.
Okay folks, this was July 5 . . . the 4th was the day before according to every calendar I've seen (and I have several at home.)
We drive past the house and turn the corner to see if we can spot the dumbasses. Go down the first side street . . . didn't see anyone but we saw bright flashes coming from my side of the car. Turned the corner and went down the next side street behind it . . .
Saw a mob of at least 12 of our more "intellectual" neighbors standing out in the road in front of a house (there were at least 2 small kids among the group) playing with fireworks.
Mom drove slowly by and tried to make a mental note of which street she was on. We made it home a few minutes later, I scurried into the house, peeled off clothes and jumped into the shower, as I had to be back at work at 6 a.m. this morning.
Got out of the shower a few minutes later and was in the bedroom w/the tv on and rolling my hair for the night when I heard a loud "BOOOM!" that shook the windows and everything in the house!
I paused and tried to listen to see what it could have been and heard a second "BOOOM!" that sounded like it was directly over the house.
I quickly finished with my hair, wrapped my scarf around it and went outside to the front porch. Mom's wheelchair was not on the porch and my brother was standing outside, saying he'd just called 911 to get the police out here.
I"m trying to piece it together, partly due to my being mentally tired and it was late and also the fact that my brother has a speech impediment and it sometimes takes a bit to figure out what's he's trying to say.
I go to the ramp at the end of the porch and the car is gone. Turned out those booms we heard sounded like they were coming from where those assholes were shooting off fireworks and it pissed Mom off so much she got back into the car to go over there and give them all a piece of her mind while she had my brother call 911 and report it.
And of course my brother was frustrated b/c he had to talk to the dispatcher and give the last 4 digits of our phone number several times b/c she (or he) couldn't understand him.
Anyway, Mom came back a few minutes later and was in rare form. And of course, she had a round with those neighbors.
One of the women apparently told my mother they had permission to fire them off last night.
This is Tuesday night, the 5th. The 4th of July is the only legal day (that we know of around here) where you can legally set off firecrackers, but only the smaller stuff you can legally purchase here (want the heavy duty ones that can be heard 5 miles away? Drive down to SC for those , but I digress.)
That threw my Mom into a rage we know as "Mama Bear" . . . she told that woman point blank she didn't know what fool told her she had permission but the 4th was the day before. Besides, those loud noises bother people and we have a number of older and/or sick people in our neighborhood.
Hell, the old man across the street from that mob has had to be carried out of his house several times within the last 6 weeks or so (he has severe heart troubles.) Mom also informed her that the police had been called b/c she had had enough of the bullshit and she wasn't going to put up with any more.
So she's telling me all this while she sent my brother back inside for her phone. She called 911 back to tell them the correct street name just as we saw a police cruiser turn the corner at our house and drive back toward the scene of the aggravation.
Then a second police car came down our road from the other side, turned around at the intersection and came back down before stopping at our house.
So for the next few minutes, my mother had a nice conversation with that officer. The officer said they were putting all the stuff away when they got down there and said that somebody had already came down and complained loudly about it.
Mom readily admitted she was the complainer . . . actually my Mom is the neighborhood watch. She rides around in her wheelchair and can tell you who's doing who, which car belongs where, which dogs live at what homes and if there's anything out of place, she can spot it in a second.
Needless to say, the officer told her that if she heard anything else, call back and he left.
And we didn't hear another peep out of those neighbors the rest of the night. If we had've, Mom will have been on that phone with 911 so fast it'd have made their heads spin.
We're just glad we also didn't have to hear an ambulance . . . I'd have felt bad for that poor guy across the street from those dumbasses, especially if his heart had started acting up again and he had to call 911.
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