I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before, but I live across the street from a pizza parlour. It’s open “till late” every night, according to their brochure. In the summer, when we all have our windows open, we sometimes hear a fair bit of noisy talk around closing time, I think from the employees cleaning up or else customers leaving. It will often wake me up, but it doesn’t usually last more than fifteen minutes or so, so it’s not a big deal. Besides, as I say, when it happens, it’s a Friday or Saturday night and I can sleep in the next morning anyway.
Not this time.
Yesterday was Sunday, to the best of my knowledge. Meaning that today is Monday, a work day. Okay, not for me (yet), but traditionally, many, many people go to work on Monday morning. So the pizza restaurant was open “till late”. It was a warm night, being August and all. At 12:30 a.m., the noise began.
At first, it seemed to be two men talking very loudly. I’d been reading in bed till maybe midnight and I wasn’t fully asleep yet, so I heard them and they prevented me from drifting off entirely. In fact, I got up and looked out my window to see what the hell was going on, they were so noisy. But it was just two guys having an extremely animated conversation. I returned to bed, anticipating that the two were employees taking a quick break before completing their nightly cleanup and that they would soon go back inside, or else that they were customers and they would soon hop into their cars and leave.
Oh no, they did not. They talked – yelled! – on, and on, and on. And I couldn’t sleep because they were so effing loud. Around 3:30 a.m., I got up and looked out the window again. Now there were three of them. Obviously, this was a noise marathon. I snarkily slid my window shut and went back to bed, preferring to take my chances with a warm and stuffy bedroom. I could still hear them, though not as clearly as before. I eventually fell asleep.
This morning, I crankily related this story to DD. She’d heard them too, and her bedroom is on the other side of the house! DD sleeps like a log, so if even she was disturbed by these a-holes, you know their voices were exceptionally boisterous.
Okay, once in a while on a Friday or Saturday night I can take. Everybody makes a little noise sometimes. But Sunday night? Till at least 3 effing 30 in the morning??
So, I am going over to have a word with the manager of that pizza restaurant this afternoon. Even if they weren’t his employees, he needs to be aware that some of his customers are disturbing the sleep of a lot of people in the neighbourhood, people who are also his customers and a few of whom just might no longer be his customers if things don’t quieten down.
Just when I was getting the hang of this sleeping all night thing again, too.