The Country across the hall (which I will just refer to as "The Country" from this point on, unless I find them deserving of another nickname that's fit for printing) has been playing their music loudly since 9 am. I give them credit for waiting until most folks around here were actually awake. I'm contemplating knocking on their door and asking them to pipe down. But we all know how much I dislike confrontation. Plus I had learned from Mrs. Spicolli that she had an "encounter" with The Country which resulted in The Country throwing trash in the Spicolli's parking area for about a week.

Ahhh, the international language of stupidity.