To start the day ... aaalegría! I left my house this morning, bleary-eye, when, to get green traffic lights, I hear a series of sharp pitidillos (pipipipipí) that does not bode well, actually, to them followed a succession of black-paced piditos - musically-(piii. .. ... PIII PIII PIII ... ...). "Great" I thought, "I have put a" traffic light for the deaf "(it is a mistake to commit ground and, at dawn, and I tell you).
Yes, you have to light whistle from under the house. For course is fine, adaptation is not what I'm criticizing. What I'm doing is anticipating the future consequences of the act. When I say that the light is under house means that I live over (obviously), literally. Since the prototypical inhabitant of 18 to 35 years in my neighborhood used enough to reggeton / disco trance / Camel at the same time to the vehicle's ventilation of her love for the traditional method, winter and summer, "I do not want even think about the explosive combination of both sound effect at regular intervals of two minutes under my window, inspired by the Japanese seismic thickness of the material, as you all know. And in the middle of cold snap this last factor will make us feel like we finish on the same street, sitting on our couch while enjoying orthopedic cathode rays of our "audiovisual" the year of Mary Chestnut.
At least it's Thursday.
UPDATE: Well, you should be in evidence, and does not beep ...
UPDATE: Well, you should be in evidence, and does not beep ...
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