As many of you know, my wife is in her 9th month of pregnancy (due this week, in fact). As such, she has trouble sleeping at any time because she’s uncomfortable, so when she can, she’ll nap. She was napping (I thought) this evening. Shortly after going in to nap, she came out of our room. “Someone’s playing a guitar outside, and I can’t sleep” she grumbled. I went outside to check, and our neighbor was playing a guitar on his porch.
Now, we’ve always had a good relationship with this neighbor. He’s a bachelor who doesn’t really cook much, and we’ve had him over for dinner several times. He’s been having truck problems lately, and 3 or 4 times Ginger or I have been happy to give him a ride to or from the dealership where they’re fixing the problem. I helped him wrestle an old, unused 250 gallon oil tank out of his basement along with several other neighbors. He helped me carry a huge old A/C unit downstairs and out to the trash before, and helped me fix my old truck. We’ve talked a lot across the fence, IYKWIM. Neighbors. Y’know?
So anyway, our conversation goes about like this:
“Hey, I wanted to ask you a favor. Gingey’s been having trouble sleeping and she’s trying to nap, but she can’t because of your guitar…”
“Maybe she should have that baby already” (with a hint of hostility, I think)
“Believe me she’d like nothing better, she’s due this week, but you can’t make the baby come, y’know. Anyway…”
“It’s been pretty quiet over here, hasn’t it?” (A reference to his tenants who had previously made a lot of noise, but haven’t lately.)
“Yes, it sure has, and we appreciate it, but…”
“I won’t play at 10:00, what time is it now?”
“It’s 7:00, and there’s nothing wrong with your playing your guitar, it’s just…”
“It’s a nice night and I feel like playing my guitar. You can’t tell me not to”
“I’m not telling you to do anything, I was only making a request, as a neighbor”
Now, at no point was I confrontational or angry, I spoke in conversational tones the entire time. I was asking him a favor, and I knew it. I was also done. I went inside. Gingy was at her 'puter now, and she told me in a tired voice “You shouldn’t have said anything, I can’t go back to sleep now”.
Hmmm. Well, I had asked the neighbor to put himself out for us, and now it wasn’t needed. I went back over and knocked on his door (he had gone inside). He answered.
“Listen, I just wanted to let you know 2 things. #1, there was absolutely nothing wrong with what you were doing. I was asking a favor of you”
grunt
“#2, Gingy really isn’t able to sleep at all, so I am sorry I bothered you. It was my mistake. Thanks for stopping but please, play your guitar all you want, it won’t bother us.”
“I lost the mood” With that he swings the door shut (not slams, just swings) in my face.
Well fuck you too, buddy. Still, this whole thing left me with the feeling that I had been completely unreasonable, and I don’t see how. What do y’all think?