When we round the curve at the "bottom" of our neighborhood, (and by "bottom" I mean the lower end of the hill, not the "ghetto") we are welcomed by the "House of the Only People in Existence".
What?!? Does that mean the rest of us are a figment of someone else's imagination and because of this could have our very existence wiped out and disappear at any moment?
No. It means these people are rude and think they are the only people on earth.
They drive into the complex at 60 kilometers an hour, sunglasses firmly in place even on a rainy day, with FUN and EXCITING rap music playing. People are diving into the grass left and right clutching their ears. It looks like a scene from the Little Rascals when their go-kart gets a bit out of control and careens through a grocery store parking lot.
But do the Only People In Existence notice? Of course not. They squeal their tires on the way into their driveway, because they are 'large and in charge'. And since they're the only people in the universe, they can do what they like.
And just in case, on the very remote chance there may be someone else in the universe, they must think "Why not let them enjoy the party that is 'Deafness by Bass Booster?" So they keep their pimped-out sub woofer-filled trunk open while the boosters are rattlin' the windows and every bone in their body, just in case you want to hear it too.
And since us non-existent-type people don't mind, they figure they can just leave the "music" on and go inside and cook dinner, watch a movie, and get on with their lives. Even if they don't plan on returning to the party-pumpin' car until November.
I know, I hit the neighbor jackpot.
Please won't you be my neighbor?
There are at least six houses for sale here, and I need someone to share the pain.