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So last night my neighbors decided to have a birthday party. I'm talking full-blown karaoke party with speakers that vibrated the roofs of all the houses in the immediate vicinity. A party with people making merry - during a lockdown.
I went over there in peace to ask them to turn down the music and reevaluate their life choices, seeing as their foolishness won't help stop the spread. They didn't even respond to the bell or my incessant car honking.
Finally, when other neighbours saw that I had made the first move they decided to now come out of their homes one by one to support. All this while I had been trying to call the police (I'll come back to this)
I went behind their house and yelled my head off. I finally caught their attention and the homeowner stepped out onto his balcony. He didn't understand why I was angry and why there were about 10 other angry folks with me. Impudence. Petrol + Fire.
After my failed attempt to join the man on his balcony, I was bundled away and handed over to my wife. This man had actually asked me if I knew why they were playing loud music at midnight or the importance of their gathering. The nerve.
All this while I had been trying to reach the police. The only number that connected was 112 and the man that picked up asked me to call 193 to be connected directly with a patrol team. He later called to say it was rather 191. Alright. I tried 18555 too.
None of the other emergency numbers worked. The only thing I kept getting was an extended play of some GBC-style music right before "call ended". I also didn't get a call back or follow up, nothing. Now that scared me. In these times the emergency lines don't work? Wow.
To anyone being blatantly foolish in these times, stop it. Stop. Please.
