The first time I became familiar with rocket propelled grenades was when my
son brought home a video game. I looked out the window and the dreams began.
:-)

"Robert Chambers" wrote in message
m...
that's about the time it starts raining brake fluid.

Doug Kanter wrote:

It could always be worse. For 18 years, I lived across the street from a
family of morons who honked their car horns whenever the left or came
home. The time of day was no issue, either. 2:00 AM, 7:00 AM....didn't
matter. You can steal my car, but wake me up for stupid reasons and there
will be trouble. Tried talking to them politely a couple of times. In
both instances, I was told that "my father did it, and we like to do it,
too. Get over it." The cops were no help, even when it was explained to
them that the noise was, at times, a violation of noise ordinances. After
5 go-arounds with the cops, I went so far as to ask the police chief how
much he was being paid to ignore the situation. He found that question
distasteful, but refused to explain why nothing was done. It was never
resolved.