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Lines down, power out, Ryan and points south
Concussively detonating all illusions of renewed intelligence and sleep, this morning's jackhammers were succeeded by a noise so relentlessly loud and penetrating it was like waking up inside a turbine. It vibrated the bones in our chests. It was not just unpleasantly pitched, it was shockingly painful. Passing it on the street was so air-shattering I couldn't understand how it was legal to run on a residential street without warning all households within at least the three-block radius I had to walk before I began to feel that earplugs even meant anything. I still can't. Hestia had made her nest in the hall closet. I am made of adrenaline. [edit] The culprit seems to have been a vacuum extraction truck. Our neighborhood should have been issued airport worker ear protection.
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UGH. I was going to say, whatever the people paid to make this noise are provided for protection should be given to the neighborhood at large. But maybe they aren't provided either. I'm not very impressed with this city right now.
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EXACTLY.
UGH. I was going to say, whatever the people paid to make this noise are provided for protection should be given to the neighborhood at large. But maybe they aren't provided either. I'm not very impressed with this city right now.
I am not convinced that the operators of the vacuum extraction truck were provided with suitable ear protection, although in all honesty I had my own hands over my ears and was walking as quickly past the unshielded noise source as possible. My ears are still ringing. I don't understand how the city can spend so much time making our street unlivable. One set of our next-door neighbors literally just moved out.
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And indeed, I would not myself have given a thought to the people making the hellish noise, only to getting the fuck out of there.
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*hugs*