Mr Cranky Pants
So, we’re on vacation and in this really lovely hotel called Taboga with the most excellent view of the sea and the desert from our 18 sqm balcony.
Our typical luck: Mr Cranky Pants decides to spend his vacation in the next door flat. Or perhaps he’d prefer to be called Herr Böse Hosen or what ever because he was undoubtedly German when, out of the blue, he started yelling at us, from the other side of the yellow plastic wall that divides one balcony from the next, for being too loud! This was on day 3 or 4 of our vacation.
Honestly, I don’t think we were that loud. We’re not teenagers anymore, we can pretty much tell the different between loud and not. We did play music but not louder than we could easily carry a conversation, and we were talking and laughing. More importantly, was 8 in the evening, in Playa Del Ingles – who in their right mind expects the hotel to be completely quiet?
I chose not to start an argument though. I said “sorry” – in German – and turned the music down. But Mr Cranky Pants had obviously got himself started now and kept yelling at us for another two minutes or so, then promptly walked into his apartment again and shut the door.
That was pretty much the last we heard from him and his wife. As there’s a wall between the two balconies, I never saw either of them so I couldn’t tell if they ever left the apartment after that either. But I do of course have two theories about this:
Either
his rage got the better of his heart and when we left he was still rotting in the next door flat while his wife was out celebrating her freedom.
or
he was so worried about what his two Norwegian neighbours would eventually do as a revenge for ruining their fun that he didn’t dare go outside anymore.
Either way, I’d say his vacation was pretty much done.
As for us, we could not care less, we kept the music down and our voices low but were still having fun and would never allow Mr Cranky Pants to ruin our holiday.
But, just think how much better his holiday could’ve been if he’d rather than yelling at us happed popped his head around the wall, introduced himself and politely asked if we would keep it down. Then he would’ve avoided the stress and got to meet some new people as well.
Our typical luck: Mr Cranky Pants decides to spend his vacation in the next door flat. Or perhaps he’d prefer to be called Herr Böse Hosen or what ever because he was undoubtedly German when, out of the blue, he started yelling at us, from the other side of the yellow plastic wall that divides one balcony from the next, for being too loud! This was on day 3 or 4 of our vacation.
Honestly, I don’t think we were that loud. We’re not teenagers anymore, we can pretty much tell the different between loud and not. We did play music but not louder than we could easily carry a conversation, and we were talking and laughing. More importantly, was 8 in the evening, in Playa Del Ingles – who in their right mind expects the hotel to be completely quiet?
I chose not to start an argument though. I said “sorry” – in German – and turned the music down. But Mr Cranky Pants had obviously got himself started now and kept yelling at us for another two minutes or so, then promptly walked into his apartment again and shut the door.
That was pretty much the last we heard from him and his wife. As there’s a wall between the two balconies, I never saw either of them so I couldn’t tell if they ever left the apartment after that either. But I do of course have two theories about this:
Either
his rage got the better of his heart and when we left he was still rotting in the next door flat while his wife was out celebrating her freedom.
or
he was so worried about what his two Norwegian neighbours would eventually do as a revenge for ruining their fun that he didn’t dare go outside anymore.
Either way, I’d say his vacation was pretty much done.
As for us, we could not care less, we kept the music down and our voices low but were still having fun and would never allow Mr Cranky Pants to ruin our holiday.
But, just think how much better his holiday could’ve been if he’d rather than yelling at us happed popped his head around the wall, introduced himself and politely asked if we would keep it down. Then he would’ve avoided the stress and got to meet some new people as well.
posted by Lena M Bakke @ 3:31 PM
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