Neighbors

Everyone has had neighbors with interesting quirks.  In Bethesda, our neighbors were huge Washington Redskins fans, and there was no way we could go to sleep early on a Sunday night if there was a game on TV.

Our neighbors here at Poxon House have been slightly more challenging.

So far, the room next door to ours has been 'home' to four different families.

1) On our first night here, we were greeted by some lovely football commentary through the walls: "Beat they a**" was one of the more eloquent statements we had the pleasure of over-hearing. Seriously.

2) The sports fans left, and a chatty Hispanic family moved in.  I know that they were Hispanic because they liked to sit right next to the wall and talk loudly on the phone.  Michael says that we lucked out with the language barrier because it ended up being less distracting that way.  Another interesting fact about this group is that one of them was the absolute loudest snorer I have ever heard.  Every night (I think 3) they were here, the snores woke me up.

3) Then, the talkative snorer moved out, and the Nicki Minaj and Rhianna fans moved in.  This time, we had to ask the front desk to get the dance party to end. We just couldn't "Pound the Alarm" at two o'clock in the afternoon.

4) This leads us to where we are now. The toddler not-so-fun time. Certain things may have clued me in about the little ones that are now our new neighbors (like the repeated slamming of their bathroom door, or the screaming crying at 2 AM), but it was really the adults that confirmed my suspicions.  I think the parents may only know two phrases "DANNY!!! STOP IT!!!" and "DANNY!!! COME HERE RIGHT NOW!!" I'm sure that nearly every parent utters these phrases during their child's toddler-hood, but what makes these folks unique is that they probably utter these words 5-10 times every hour. I'm not sure who I should feel more sorry for: the parents, Danny or us.

Here's to hoping Danny's crew finds new quarters soon :)