Nothing else compares...

so a while back we here at VTB regaled you with some tales of "You know you live in the ghetto when..." Well, this morning we were neither amused or entertained when our downstairs neighbor started blaring his reggae music so loud at 7:45 that a vase on our kitchen counter almost vibrated right onto the floor. Nor were we amused that when we climbed out of bed and down the flight of stairs in our pajamas to ask said neighbor to cease and desist that we banged on the door for a solid three minutes without a response (our theory was that short of a sonic boom, nothing we could have done would have been loud enough for him to hear). We continued to be anything but amused when we trudged back upstairs and out of sheer frustration started jumping up and down in our heaviest boots hoping to garner some attention. Alas and alack it was to no avail, in fact the throbbing bass continued straight on to when we left for work.

needless to say we are extremely crankypants this morning