Here’s a story for you.

 

Last night I went to bed to get some sleep. It’s something I like to do pretty much every night; in fact you could say it’s my usual procedure. I find that a good night’s sleep often leads to the kind of the day where I don’t feel like ripping off everyone’s heads.

 

Anyhow, last night I was sound asleep until around 12:15. That’s when I heard the drums. They were coming from another apartment in the building. I lie there dozing for awhile. The drums got louder. Soon they were joined by the scratching of a guitar and what sounded like a tone-deaf man trying to sing. By this time I was fully awake. My acute sense of hearing told me that all this ruckus was coming from the first floor apartment. It sounded like there was some sort of band rehearsal in progress. We are on the third floor. That means that undoubtedly the entire building was being disturbed.

 

I lie there in the dark, getting angrier and angrier for about 45 minutes. Then, like any reasonable person, I lost my temper. I got up, got dressed and then put on my coat. I went down the back stairs and to a remote corner of the building’s basement. Where the fusebox is. And then I found the switches for APT # 7 and flipped them all off.

 

What happened next was almost shocking. The noisy music from the first floor apartment ABRUPTLY CEASED. Amazing! I left the basement and began to climb the stairs back to the apartment. A toe-head poked his head out of the back door of the first floor apartment and asked, “Hey man, your fuses just blow?”

 

Without pausing on the stairs or even looking him in the face I said, “Next time I call the police.”

 

Now it was the toe-head’s turn to be shocked. “You could have just knocked on my door, I’m reasonable!”

 

I said nothing further and quickly darted into my apartment and closed the door behind me. I’m not sure if he could see which one was mine. The rest of the night was quiet, but it still took me an hour to get back to sleep.

 

Do you think I went too far?