So downstairs there was some idiot hollering at the Gwallishil Ajeoshi.
Gwallishil Ajeoshi: this guy’s someone I’ve mentioned before, an older man who is something of a cross between a watchman, an ineffectual gatekeeper, and an information source. I asked him for a phone number for a repairman when the heating system was all screwed up in my flat. I popped down to ask him why the water was shut off one day. He gives hell to people who don’t dispose of their garbage properly.
I can’t say for sure what the drunk guy was yelling at him about, but I surely can imagine any number of reasons. I didn’t understand much beyond the very common cuss words, but I did hear something about the yelling-man’s girlfriend coming down to the Gwallishil, or maybe about the guy coming to see his girlfriend but being locked out or something. Anyway, the frunk guy started hollering around midnight and was at it for a good half an hour. I didn’t hear anyone else holler out their windows like I did, yelling cusses and telling everyone to shut up. (It worked for short periods of time, a couple of times, but the angry guy always came back.)
During the argument, the Gwallishil Ajeoshi threatened to call the police several times but didn’t do so, and finally some neighbours who’d gone down the mediate the argument (by standing around looking concerned, and urging the nutball to leave) finally dragged him away for the Nth time, and finally for good. (At least, I hope the bastard’s passed out somewhere and not making his way back.) But before they dragged him away that last time, he broke the damned door on the Gwallishil (the maintenance office).
I was surprised more people didn’t yell out their windows. Maybe the nut was a gangster or something? He sure talked like one. I was tempted to throw a glass jar out the window onto the pavement (or, if I was lucky, his head) but I restrained myself in case he was a gangster. But I tell you, it was hard to hold myself back.
Ah well, it’s silent out there and time to go to bed. Whew!