Where’s an RPG When You Need One?

Filed under: — Kate @ 10:52 am EST

As some of you may already know, my apartment building is next to a small cathedral. When we moved in I thought, “Gee, this is nice. What a pretty church.” Then about 3 months later, I started hearing bells ring from time to time and I thought “Ooh, pretty bells.” Well, it wasn’t long before my warm fuzzy feelings turned to thoughts of destruction and mayhem….

The bells now ring every 15 minutes, starting at 7:00AM and ending at 11:00PM. I’ve gotten used to that, and it wouldn’t really bother me at all if my apartment wasn’t about 50 feet from the bell tower. However, in addition to the 15 minute intervals, there are random spastic ringings that last up to 20 or 25 minutes. And when I say spastic–imagine that the bells are controlled by a piano, and picture a 4 year old banging away on the keys arbitrarily or going up and down the scale over and over and over.

There seem to be both scheduled and unscheduled bell spasms. The Sunday 9:30-10:00AM one sucks a LOT. But let me tell you about the most recent unscheduled spastic bell attack: today at 4:30 AM. That’s right folks, 4:30 in the freaking morning!!! Arrrrrrrrrgggghhhhh!!!! Those evil, evil bells. As if I didn’t have enough trouble sleeping already.

Oh, about a year ago there was an incident when they rang every 15 minutes all night long. Honestly, I think they should use this as an interrogation tactic. I know I’d break.

4 Responses to “Where’s an RPG When You Need One?”

  1. Stan Says:

    Nothing a hand grenade won’t fix. Kamin might be able to get one up there in Redneckvi…I mean Quakertown.

  2. Kate Says:

    Thanks for the tip. I’m new at this whole arms trading thing.

  3. Stan Says:

    Stick with us and wheel learn you real good.

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