Just FYI, this is still going on. Still. Going. On. I am going to call the police next time. And then I am going to go get a sub. With shredded lettuce. And if they DARE put O&V on my roll, I may have to resort to the sledgehammer. But I'm going to Mr. Sub in Union, so I know that won't happen because THEY know how to make a SUB. For realz.
9:10am each and every Sunday morning someone picks up the people across the street for church and blares the car horn until they come out of the house.
The woman next door to me (their driveway right underneath my bedroom window) blares her horn as she pulls out of the driveway to go to work, each and every morning.
I never announce my whereabouts and I wish they wouldn't either.