One of my neighbor's have an unbelievably loud leaf-blower. I can't begin to count how many times I've had to completely stop what I'm doing, or pack up and go to the library. By now, that fucking leaf-blower has cost me days of my life.
Monday, I was outside working and he fires it up. It drowns out my headphones. I wait a half hour, but I really can't take it anymore. I go over and ask if he could hold off for an hour while I finish up.
He looks me up and down. A very odd sensation.
"You're a spoiled little shit, aren't you?"
I was stunned silent.
"Okay, fine. I'm done. Whatever you want."
I got the hell out of there. He wanted to hit me.