Do you have any other funny but true stories to share?
Here's a funny but true story:
About 5 years ago my wife and i went to a music festival over the summer. We camped onsite in a gravel parking lot packed to overflowing with tarps structures, campers, and tents. On the last night of the festival... my wife and i were exhausted. Tomorrow we were packing up and driving home. It's not a long drive... but it can be miserable if you're over-tired.
The problem is: the other folks that were onsite, camping, for
this festival.... they did not have the same priorities as my wife and I.
...
I was sufficiently exhausted that the repetitive crowd-sourced thumping and electronic dance music ( DubStep ) that was continuing into the night did not interrupt my slumber. My wife on the other hand is a very light sleeper. She always brings earplugs, but they were hopelessly under equipped for the DubStepping fans who wouldn't let the party end.
The sun had come up, and the DubSteppers were still dub-stepping. My wife had become a new version of irate. It was something that I had never seen before. Something like a cross between panic and frothing at the mouth. She is begging me to make it stop. Begging.
So, I picked myself up, and attempted to organize myself into something that was approaching cool and casual. I located the direction of the thump-thump-griiiiiiiiiinding sound ( DubStep ) and start to wander over.... casually...
When I get there there I see a few, maybe 10 folks, in flat brim trendy baseball hats, and/or long dreadlocks, and/or sunglasses, swaying and dancing in a trance-like manner. I clear my throat and speak:
"Hi! ... " after a few moments, the music gets turned down a little. I continue:
"Hi! I'm not trying to be a jerk, but, my wife... She needs her sleep... And I'm sorry... The sun is up... Can we please turn off the music now?"
It was hard to read their expressions behind all the hats, shades, and hair, but... I have to admit they seemed to consider the idea earnestly. After a few moments one these "friendly" Dub-stepping Wooks slowly reduced the volume of the thump-thump-griiiiiiiiind until it was softly lingering in the air... like a Wook-Starbucks or something.
And I took a deep breath and said. "Thank you... so much... she will really appreciate it."
and I turned around feeling good. Really good. I had just finished seeing some amazing music at the festival... The sun was shining... I'm a morning person, bright eyed-bushy-tailed.. I set off to return to my wife
triumphant.
About 15 yards down the gravel path towards my tent.. with my chest puffed out and a spring in my steps... I started to hear it again. The Thumping was back. And it was collecting momentum. And I stopped. and my shoulders slumped. And my chin found it's way to my chest.
Being only 15 yards away meant that this entire dramatic shift from "Happy / Successful /Springy" to "Hopeless / Sullen / Stopped" was on
completely on display and was very entertaining to say the least for my new Wook-Friends. And at that point they
slammed the music back up really really loud and laughed and laughed and laughed....loudly.
And I honestly can't remember whether or not the thump-thump-griiiiiinding ever ended. Even when we pulled out of the parking lot with all our stuff in tow. All I remember after that is my wife's face when i returned to the tent. She was pale and very very tense. She said slowly through closed teeth:
"I thought they were going to turn it off. And I was just about asleep... and now it's back... I want to die."
I never should have gone over there in the first place...