YOU HAVE TO ADMIRE SOME PEOPLE

By Andy Christie

I’m waiting for a cab on West End Avenue at 6 AM, when a black-windowed SUV stops at the red light. It’s blasting music that shatters the early-morning quiet, not to mention shattering the sleep of everyone on the block.

So I point at my ears and approach the passenger window with an “Are you kidding me?” expression on my face. The driver instantly cranks the volume to max and the bass sets off car alarms on both sides of the street. Like five of them. The racket is now twice what it was before. Then the light turns green and he takes off, leaving me alone on the corner. Well, me and the alarms. Luckily, a cab shows up a second later and I get out of there quick, before bedroom windows start opening.

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