There is a loud party at the business across the alley, with twenty or thirty young louts and loutesses lounging about, a PA system, and very dull music played very loudly. It’s going to be a long night. Please excuse me while I bang my head against the wall.
How long must you allow a car alarm to blare before you can lawfully take a sledgehammer to the car?
When the phone rings these days, I awkwardly rise out of my chair, lumber across the room with the walker and, struggling to not lose my balance, pick up the phone. It is a nuisance. I don’t mind making the efforts for friends and colleagues. However, when I put the receiver to my ear and hear a recording of a politician, I regret that I don’t know more maledictions. If you want to guarantee that I’ll never vote for you or any of your causes again, this is the way to do it.