It is a beautiful evening. The sun is setting and the weather is perfect. It's 8:30pm and I should be outside on my deck, reading my book and painting my nails. Enjoying the wonderful summer night draw near.
But no. Because my neighbor thinks that it is the perfect time to mow the lawn. Okay. How long can that take? As the noise escalates, I decide I can wait a little bit. Their front yard isn't that big. The silence begins. I take hope that I will still be able to enjoy some of the evening.
Then he starts the chainsaw.