I feel... old

Last night I couldn’t fall asleep thanks to the blaring satellite radio that could be heard throughout the neighbourhood. I tried to ignore it; I tried closing my window; I even tried humming along, but as midnight quickly approached my patience ended and I decided to call in a noise complaint. I’ve never called in a noise complaint before. I had to look up the phone number on the internet.
As the neighbourhood is on a curved hill that forms something of a natural amphitheatre, localizing the noise from my window was not possible (and the guy on the balcony across the street didn’t seem to be having any luck either), so as I waited on hold on the non-emergency line I threw on some clothes and wandered, barefoot, outside.
As I opened the door my call was answered and I explained my plight. While giving what information I had to the lady on the other end of the line I wandered ‘round to the front of the house and espied a small, dark blue, ford pickup truck with some asshole sitting in the driver seat flipping through the radio stations. I related this information to the phone and then mentioned that I was going to go back inside as the guy was fingering me. Instead, I went around to the side of the house and out the other gate to try and get some more details for the nice lady on the other end of the line. Alas, the prescription of my glasses has not been updated for quite some time and thus I couldn’t make out the license plate.
The phone call finished, I went back inside and cavalierly took some photos of the truck from an upstairs window, ensuring that the license plate was legible in at least one of the pictures.

The music stopped soon after, likely when the ass realized that I had just reported him. I considered relaying this development to the authorities, but decided that some dude in a truck out front of the house was likely cause enough to call in a report in and of itself, the loud music notwithstanding (citizens are supposed to report suspicious behaviour after all).
I don’t know if the police ever came, because I went to bed having specifically requested that they don’t try and come to the house (thus waking both myself and my folks). The truck was gone when I checked in the morning.
Ultimately, I’m confident that I acted correctly. I don’t want weird old jerks sitting in vehicles out in front of the house at night, especially if they force me to try and fall asleep listening to soft rock and eighties hits from the likes of Snow Patrol, Bruce Springsteen, and many others. Not that that music is necessarily bad, but the neighbourhood definitely does not have the acoustic properties required for agreeable listening. The echo delay separates the high and low end to such an extent that they sound like wholly isolated music sources, and the reverb imparts the vocals with an airy quality more appropriate to new age elevator music. Basically, the music sounded like crap.

The whole making a noise complaint somehow managed to make me feel old without making me feel any more mature. Although a justified grievance, it still seemed almost petty. Granted, I am pretty petty, so I imagine not feeling petty would feel similar to going to work without remembering to wear pants.

– Side game: A ‘prize’ for the funniest thing analogous to forgetting to wear pants?

(Please note: ‘Prize’ does not refer to an actual prize. The ‘prize’ has no monetary value. The ‘prize’ does not constitute any tangible item, real or imagined. It is likely that there will be no recognition whatsoever given to the ‘prize’ winner. Thank you for playing.)

That does imply that a younger person not only wouldn’t call in a noise complaint, but wouldn’t actually be annoyed by the noise. That seems somewhat unlikely. I think noise is generally annoying regardless of age. So maybe actually phoning in the complaint is actually more mature. Actually, age and maturity probably have nothing to do with it. It probably has more association with patience and stress levels (mine being little and high, respectively). Also possibly hearing; I have rather good hearing, when I’m listening anyway.