Guess what else has caught on here?
Jun. 26th, 2007 01:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneMy day sleeper shares a bathroom and shower with another sleeper. The other sleeper had been empty from Coffs Harbor until just before 3 in the afternoon. Then came what I have decided to call The Oits.
There is a young mother, strapping massive father and possibly five year old son. The son is loud and intrusive, to which I can relate. The father bellows "Oi!" a lot, a sharp sound with a trailing hint of an A. He also hits the boy after saying "do as I say, oi!" frequently. While I can close my door to trim the noise, his door and mine each have vent slats that cannot be closed. Thus I get to hear one generation of redneck create another, the father's yelling and smacking incapable of solving the problem. The father is young enough to have the energy to fight but none of the wisdom to stand back from the situation.
I sweat to death if I close the door, so I don't bother. I just watch the scenery change and stop myself from intervening. I will switch back to wearing ear plugs when I need to sleep again because the drama and fatherly yelling is grating. "Get out muy sit, bai!" (Get out of my seat, boy") and "yea want another smack?" are reminding me why I hate dealing with... well, I'll say it. I hate dealing with rednecks. I paid more to avoid being smothered in coach and wound up next to a new television show: How to Turn a Baby into a Bully.
I finally could not take it and asked to change to another empty sleeper. Even though my new neighbor has a baby that cries occasionally, the mother is calm and in good wits. I can still hear the Oits, but only when the shouting peaks. I can get back to writing about interesting things.
I later found out the child was two years old. This is a giant toddler! If he's this big and rambunctious now, he'll beat the snot out of his father by the time he's twelve. They really do grow 'em big here.
-did I mention I'm ready to come home? Ps/d
There is a young mother, strapping massive father and possibly five year old son. The son is loud and intrusive, to which I can relate. The father bellows "Oi!" a lot, a sharp sound with a trailing hint of an A. He also hits the boy after saying "do as I say, oi!" frequently. While I can close my door to trim the noise, his door and mine each have vent slats that cannot be closed. Thus I get to hear one generation of redneck create another, the father's yelling and smacking incapable of solving the problem. The father is young enough to have the energy to fight but none of the wisdom to stand back from the situation.
I sweat to death if I close the door, so I don't bother. I just watch the scenery change and stop myself from intervening. I will switch back to wearing ear plugs when I need to sleep again because the drama and fatherly yelling is grating. "Get out muy sit, bai!" (Get out of my seat, boy") and "yea want another smack?" are reminding me why I hate dealing with... well, I'll say it. I hate dealing with rednecks. I paid more to avoid being smothered in coach and wound up next to a new television show: How to Turn a Baby into a Bully.
I finally could not take it and asked to change to another empty sleeper. Even though my new neighbor has a baby that cries occasionally, the mother is calm and in good wits. I can still hear the Oits, but only when the shouting peaks. I can get back to writing about interesting things.
I later found out the child was two years old. This is a giant toddler! If he's this big and rambunctious now, he'll beat the snot out of his father by the time he's twelve. They really do grow 'em big here.
-did I mention I'm ready to come home? Ps/d
