After the unsuspicious package and the mangled car wreck, I was hoping to call it a night – needed sleep for today’s Dragon Boat Race. Back at home, I heard some yelling outside – drunkards, nothing unusual, so at first I ignored it. Five minutes later, the shouting continued, so I headed up to the roof to see what the commotion was.
There, on the corner of El Cerrito Pl. and Franklin were four club kids, two of them dead ringers for Bruno. They were trying to shout down cabs… and assorted comments at other passing vehicles… and trying to flirt with the girl from my building who’d been woken up and yelled at them to shutup.
If they were serious about getting a cab, this would never end. Its Los Angeles. You don’t hail cabs here. At least not in a residential area on Franklin.
Knowing full well that if the police didn’t respond to the accident, they sure as hell wouldn’t care about some inebriated Eurotrash causing a public disturbance. Best I could do would be head down, and ask them politely to shut their pie holes.
So I did. I walked out. I put on my best friendly face and walked over to them and said, “Hey guys, can you keep it down? You’re waking up everyone.”
Sure enough, at least two people from my building, a handful of others from the building across the street, were peering outside.
Bruno #1 tried to distract from his friends yelling by pointing out he lived on the block, and that they just wanted to hail a cab. He shook my hand as a peace gesture, which meant little especially when Bruno #2 said to me, “It’s a Friday night, man, people shouldn’t be asleep.” He said this without a glint of sarcasm. Alas, this is when I said, “Why do you have to be an asshole?”
Suddenly, the tone shifted, and all four of them faced me. “We were trying to be friendly,” Bruno #1 said. “But if you’re going to call my friend an asshole…”
“If someone woke you up by yelling outside the window, you’d call them an asshole too.”
“Why do you have to be like that?”
“Dudes, just keep it down.”
As I walked back inside, another tenant was coming out with some stern words, and yet another had walked out of the opposing building (where Bruno #1 claimed to live), grumbling about the loudness.
Unfortunately, there’s no amusing resolution to this non-incident. Except that next time I’ll have to remember to keep a stash of water balloons on the roof.