It's Monday morning 01:00 and my sleep is rudely interrupted by some shouting somewhere in the neighborhood. I stuck my head outside my bedroom window, but there was nothing to be seen or heard. Did I imagine it ? Was the shouting part of my dream, and it woke me up; thinking it was in real life ? I shrugged and returned to my bed.
A few minutes later, the shouting returned and became a bit more intense and fierce. It almost sounded like a pack of rabid baboons was invading the neighborhood which, later on turned out to be not that far off. The shouting continued, followed by some slamming on (or so I thought) some wooden gate. My first guess was that some neighbors were having a quarrel and were bonking on each other's gate. I decided to put on some panties and a t-shirt, grabbed my PD20 flashlight, and went outside to check out what the ruckus was all about.
When I arrived at the parking lot on the other side of the housing block, some of my neighbors were already there and were arguing with some youngsters that were quite noisy and appeared to be somewhat intoxicated. One of my neighbors told me that they had been jumping on the cars, and that was the slamming that I heard. I did a quick inspection of my car, and was relieved that it seemed to be unharmed. The arguing between my neighbors and one of the kids quickly evolved into some pushing, cursing and slapping; and finally someone called the police.
I was genuinely impressed! No less than 3 minutes later the police arrived and approached the group. Apparently the kid that was arguing with my neighbor made some bad remark at one of the police officers, because a minute later I saw him running inside with two police officers rushing after him. It didn't surprise me at all, because in the few minutes before the police arrived, the youngsters put up quite some language against my neighbors; though it was probably the alcohol that was doing all the talking... A few minutes after the first police car was on the scene, 3 more arrived.
A bit later, when half the neighborhood was standing on the parking lot in their Pajamas, the kid that was fighting was shoved into a police car handcuffed and taken away. I decided to move my car to another parking lot, in case the other youngsters decided to take revenge. When the other police officers walked back to their car, one of them said "Have a good night's rest", to which I replied "Can you guarantee that ?"; but the police officer did not bother to respond.
Ah well... I shrugged and returned to my bed. Damn kids and their alcohol...