I listen to a lot of music while I do my thing. I listen to music from many different cultures, many different languages. If it bounces I will probably like it.
Early this morning I put on my headphones and I thought I heard some buzzing. These are some “Refurbished” noise canceling headphones that I got at a deal for $17. Living in a noisy environment, I hear a lot of oddball noises from the neighbor chasing after the dog that gets loose at least every other day, to the airplanes going to FLL or FXE, to the railroad thinking that it’s appropriate to blow the whistle when they go through South Middle River Terrace at 5AM until they cross through my town and into Oakland Park.
Ok, the railroad only did that once. I have to assume someone was on the tracks when they should not be.
I started with the headphones that dropped the noises by 1/2, then switched on the noise canceling and lost another 1/2 and put on some “Euro Dance” station on www.di.fm while beginning the morning routine. I had the feed on for over an hour before I got to the point where I considered another mug of coffee – being in the “Disco Cave” with these headphones helps you to lose track of time easily.
After the coffee, it went another hour of bouncing with an occasional phrase being said in different languages, not always my own. The windows are open in the house, and while you snowbirds come down here for the weather, having the treat of them open is something to look forward for us Floridians.
They do bring the sounds and smells of the city in on the air, like the police siren that is playing in time with the 4/4 beat – just like in the clubs. This one was real because I just watched the WMPD cruiser go past the house.
I sit low in my seat with my laptop on my left leg warming it somewhat, the music thumping in the deep background. It’s a rather nice way to slog through the morning job search of what has grown to 160 web pages of jobs in the area. When your city has a 15% unemployment rate, and many jobs posted to the job boards, you have a lot to go through – at least 3 hours on a slow day. The music definitely helps and I choose it to help when I’m working on the web sites that I work on, or some of the work I do on Social Media and Search Engine Optimization.
This particular piece of music had some phrases being spoken. It started as unintelligible babble that gradually got louder and solidified itself into a conversation. Looking up over the Mac laptop that I am reinstalling for a client, I realized that there was an argument in loud Haitian Creole taking place.
The strange thing was that in all of South Florida, these two loud women decided that they would drive their cars to Wilton Manors, down my street and park one in my driveway. When the driver of car number two though she’d add some strength to her argument and leap out of her car, I decided it was time to act.
No, I didn’t go outside and scare them, nor did I turn the sprinklers on or anything that assertive. I merely said four words.
“There’s Someone In Here”
Loud enough for them to hear it completely stopped the “discussion” dead in their tracks. The one who lept out of the car raced around the back of the old Toyota Camry with the Jesus Saves stickers all over it, apologizing all the way, lept back into the car and drove off leaving the other loud Haitian woman standing in my driveway on the phone yelling at someone else and looking confused and foolish.
She then got into her old Toyota Camry and drove off after the other woman, head scarf flapping in the breezes.
Do they ever drive anything other than Toyota Camrys or Mini-vans?
I’m so happy they chose to brighten my morning. It was an amusing episode that led me to do one important thing…
I changed the music to an instrumental Trance channel on www.di.fm – if I hear voices again I’m calling the front desk at City Hall. They’re nice people there. I wonder if they’ll mind if I put a gate up?