somebody had to do it
I finally went over and gave the Russians a piece of my mind. I can't believe it took me this long. What's more amazing is that apparently no other neighbors have bothered to complain that they've been cutting tile on their back patio between the hours of 6-11pm for the past week or more.
"Why are you doing this at night?" I asked, trying out the same voice I used for the Brian Tangelino threat.
"Is not night," the thickly accented Russian lady said. "We done by eleven."
"After dark is night!" I insisted.
"WHY DON'T YOU DO THIS DURING THE DAY TIME?"
"He has job in day time," the Russian lady said, pointing to the tile cutter who apparently spoke no English at all.
Actually, I had already surmised these things the first Sunday that they started splitting my head with tile cutting noise. No real contractor works on nights and Sundays. Only illegal immigrant tile cutters work these awful hours.
"Only four or five more days, I think," the Russian lady said. The Russian lady's husband never said a word. He just looked blankly back and forth between me and his wife.
"No, I don't think you should be doing this anymore," I insisted finally before walking away.
I wasn't exactly Tony Soprano, but at least I haven't heard any head-splitting tile-cutting since then.
7:20:39 PM
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