Picture it: it's 11:23 PM. Friday night, July 1st. You've just drifted off to sleep and then..
POP! POP! POP!
A dude down your street starts setting off fireworks. And I picture him like this guy, because clearly he doesn't know how to read a clock.
Look, I get that it's the 4th of July weekend. I do. But there are people who go to bed at 11. There are people with kids who will wake up from the noises, see the fireworks, and be all, "OOO! I WANNA WATCH!"
Where is the consideration these days? Maybe I'm too polite because I wouldn't set anything off past 11. I understand that people work on the weekends. I get that people are trying to, I don't know, SLEEP. But no one seems to care about others, and it's a shame.
The dude set off fireworks until 1:24 AM. And they weren't the quieter ones either. No, it seemed the later it got, the louder the fireworks would be. It seemed he'd like to tease us too: it would go silent for about twenty minutes and we'd think, "Ahh, quiet.." and then the bangs and the booms would start all over again.
"Is this what it was like when you deployed?" I asked Tom around 1246.
"Sometimes," Tom muttered back sleepily.
You might be thinking, "Well, go over and complain!"
Um, this is Texas. Everyone has guns here. No thanks.
On the neighborhood Facebook page, people even asked if the fireworks could stop by 11 and the jerks who were setting off fireworks well into the night were all, "Chill, man. It's the fourth of July weekend. Enjoy the show!"
Bitch, I can't enjoy a show at midnight. I'm old.
So here's what I'm asking: please be considerate of others. Stop the fireworks at 11. I understand that you're excited for our country. Yay, we became independent and all and defeated the aliens:
But have some manners.