Late Night Shenanigans
Friday night, I was working in my office. It was about 2.30 AM.
I was disturbed by a loud noise from the alleyway alongside my house. It sounded like a group of drunk people doing the things groups of drunk people do. In the alley, alongside my house.
Since my son’s bedroom overlooks that alley and I was worried he’d be awoken, I put my dressing gown on and went out.
It was very dark. There were, perhaps, a dozen men and women in the alley. They were talking (loudly), laughing (loudly) and the collective sound in an otherwise quiet street was very loud. But they didn’t know because, as previously mentioned, they were quite drunk. At this point, from the languages and accents, I identified that most (but not all) of them were of Eastern European origin.
I approached them and asked the biggest fella if they wouldn’t mind keeping it down a bit, since my son was asleep quite close by.
They apologised profusely. Several of them shook my hand. They shushed one another and generally quietened down. Then they left.
Sorry this isn’t the horror story about horrible foreigners and their terrible behaviour that some might have hoped for. I could have just made something dramatic and scary up, which would have been more fun to read. But I thought, In this instance, I’d just tell it as it happened.