LOL at the image of you in the housedress. You need curlers, too!
Loud talking is a classic symptom of drunkenness, which I first learned while training to be a server (so I'd know when to cut customers off). For them, the volume gradually goes up and they don't even realize how much louder it was when they started.
Of course, drunkenness can also lead to stupid judgment calls, like a recent incident in my neighborhood. My small block alone contains hundreds of people, with apt bldgs crammed within feet of each other, so you can imagine how one person yapping at top volume on her padio interferes with the sleep of at least 100 others. Here's how this unfortunate incident went:
Nice Woman: Excuse me, but could you go inside and close your door, or talk a little more quietly?
DGoP: FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH! I AM TALKING TO MY FRIEND! MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET SOME FRIENDS!
Me: Screw that, just call the police.
NW: I think I will. She did this last night, too.
The LAPD showed up about 30 seconds later - a full three hours quicker than their average response time to a homocide in East L.A., LOL - and that was the last I ever heard from her.
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Date: 2006-10-01 11:20 pm (UTC)Loud talking is a classic symptom of drunkenness, which I first learned while training to be a server (so I'd know when to cut customers off). For them, the volume gradually goes up and they don't even realize how much louder it was when they started.
Of course, drunkenness can also lead to stupid judgment calls, like a recent incident in my neighborhood. My small block alone contains hundreds of people, with apt bldgs crammed within feet of each other, so you can imagine how one person yapping at top volume on her padio interferes with the sleep of at least 100 others. Here's how this unfortunate incident went:
Drunk Girl on Padio: YAP YAP YAP GIGGLE YAP YAP YAP...
Nice Woman: Excuse me, but could you go inside and close your door, or talk a little more quietly?
DGoP: FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH! I AM TALKING TO MY FRIEND! MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET SOME FRIENDS!
Me: Screw that, just call the police.
NW: I think I will. She did this last night, too.
The LAPD showed up about 30 seconds later - a full three hours quicker than their average response time to a homocide in East L.A., LOL - and that was the last I ever heard from her.