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Two people from the building next door have been intermittently screaming at one another in the alley all day: I woke up to it, I came home for lunch and wrote to it, and hey presto, I’m writing to it now.

Her: @#$#$#$ @#$#$%$#% money @#$%$^%$ liar *&*%E%%$ bill @#$%$^%^ you #$%%$&^% liar.

Him: #$%^ #$%^ #$%^ing #$%^ truck *&^*%#$^%$^ $%%&^%$ you aint got the #%^%%& right #%%^& @#$#$% I don’t #$%^%&%^ nothing #$%%$^$ electric bill $%%$^ @#$%$ you shut up.

And variations thereof.  It’s been enlightening for a country girl whose neighbors used to just shoot holes in one anothers’ practice targets when they were pissed at each other, or maybe clip the other guy’s fence so his cows ended up all over creation. This is so much more civilized. I’m not entirely sure it’s in English, but heck, nobody’s keeping score. Except Her Dogginess, for whom all arguments between humans are a matter of utmost concern, and who has spent the last 15 minutes pacing near the window and occasionally peering out to make sure nobody’s hurt themselves.

Ah. Door slam. They’ve decided to take it inside.

Such a pity I’m writing a medieval-based high fantasy; this was stunning material.

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