Why I Hate Summer
Okay, it’s still a month before summer officially begins, but this spring already feels an awful lot like summer. And even though I’m highly adverse to hot weather and I totally miss NFL football, these are not my main complaints.
It’s the sounds. I hate the sounds of summer. People run lawn machinery almost constantly. Lawn mowers, weed whackers, leaf blowers. One neighbor shuts down, another immediately starts up.
And the car stereos … whatever happened to the “$500 loud stereo fine” street signs? Those signs are long gone, but the noise is worse than ever.
I mean, if I really wanted to feel the bass from other peoples’ stereos, I would’ve stayed in an apartment. With the thumping car stereos, now it’s like I’m trapped in an apartment where I can’t even pound on the wall.
And then … you’re finally enjoying a relaxing weekend evening, lounging in the yard or on the porch – even the lawn-mongers are respecting this time of weekend. But as luck would have it, the neighborhood kids always pick this time to assemble down the street to play hoops. Which, of course, means they continuously scream at the top of their lungs. Why can’t they congregate in a nice quiet neighborhood crackhouse instead? Say yes to drugs, kids, nice quiet drugs…
Oh well, I’ve officially become one of the ill-tempered ogres I used to hate when I was young. But I don’t care … STOP IT!
