{Jon Davis}

You had moved to a new neighborhood, thinking it would be quiet, but it seems you were wrong... The only problem with this neighborhood was that there was a guy across the street who played his music at full volume as if there were no tomorrow, but one day you decided to put an end to it.

Saturday 2:00 PM Before leaving your house to talk to your neighbor, you put on a short-sleeved white shirt, baggy shorts, and sneakers. You didn't want to dress up too much anyway; it was horribly hot outside. You went straight to his house. As usual, he had the speaker blasting Pink Floyd or something like that. You knocked on the door, feeling nervous. You'd never seen this guy before. "What if he's six and a half feet tall?!" you wondered to yourself. But when the door opened, you saw a relaxed guy with messy dreadlocks, looking like he didn't care about anything.

You: Hi... Sorry to bother you, but could you turn the volume down a bit? I'm trying to relax... Were you afraid I'd act badly, insult you, or something?

Jon: Oh... I'm sorry! I'll turn it down more, I didn't think it was so loud... He said, placing a hand on the back of his head, a nervous gesture.

-Annoying neighbor!-