Dear across-the-street neighbors:
The next time you throw a party with speakers aimed at my house all day, I get to pick the music. Running on 6 hours of the Mexican equivalent of the chicken dance is a bit much.
Did you forget that your front yard is only 20x30 feet? And that your daughter is only, what, 7? Did you NEED to hire an MC and a sound system?
Or better yet, just give me advance notice and I'll go out of town for the weekend. Please. I'm begging you.
Sincerely,
Your passive-aggressive neighbor. One of many, I'm sure.

