My first apartment here in CT was right on the main bar strip, also right next to an MTA railroad junction.
I didn't mind the nightlife noises -- I actually appreciated them, and loved to watch the stupid drunk-idiot-fights on Fridays and Saturdays.
I didn't even mind the trains. Just more city noises.
But this one skateboarder always raised an unholy racket. He was a homeless teen, and I'm pretty sure that's why he couldn't afford/bother to buy a new one, but his board was the oldest, ricketiest, loudest one I've ever heard. And to compound it, my window AC unit was housed in an old purpose-built metal casing, such that, between the outer grating and the AC unit's own bank of cooling fins, it acted like a harmonica, amplifying the racket.
I cannot adequately explain to you the depths of murderous hate and rage that this took me to.
Great comment. I love stuff like this - someone accidentally built a noise-amplifying box to protect an old window AC. That's a "haunted house" element right there!
My first apartment here in CT was right on the main bar strip, also right next to an MTA railroad junction.
I didn't mind the nightlife noises -- I actually appreciated them, and loved to watch the stupid drunk-idiot-fights on Fridays and Saturdays.
I didn't even mind the trains. Just more city noises.
But this one skateboarder always raised an unholy racket. He was a homeless teen, and I'm pretty sure that's why he couldn't afford/bother to buy a new one, but his board was the oldest, ricketiest, loudest one I've ever heard. And to compound it, my window AC unit was housed in an old purpose-built metal casing, such that, between the outer grating and the AC unit's own bank of cooling fins, it acted like a harmonica, amplifying the racket.
I cannot adequately explain to you the depths of murderous hate and rage that this took me to.
Great comment. I love stuff like this - someone accidentally built a noise-amplifying box to protect an old window AC. That's a "haunted house" element right there!