Day 70: You'd Better Come In

Just a little bit ago, there were these two guys outside my window playing catch, who later turned out to be my neighbors. I can't help it; I don't really know what they look like. I've only seen them each a handful of times, and when we both leave our apartments at the same time, it's so awkward, I can't even look. So anyway, these guys had to be out there playing catch for a good ten minutes or so. My window was open, so I could hear everything they said. It sounded like they were having a great time.

And then I thought, "I wonder what would happen if I turned Nickelback on?" Since I could here them, I was sure they would be able to hear what I was playing in my apartment. I wanted to try to get a rise out of them; to see if they would say anything about the music.

That plan kind of backfired, since I was on my laptop, and the music was coming from my laptop, and it just drowned out anything the guys were saying at all. So I would just stop it periodically or turn it down, to see if I could hear anything.

I didn't. Apparently, they weren't bothered by Nickelback. At least, that was my theory. And then they got really quiet. So quiet, in fact, that I couldn't hear a thing.

Then, like two minutes later, I heard them outside my door, going into their own apartment. And it was either just my ears hearing things, or they threw their baseball at my door.

Had I forced them inside with Nickelback? Who knows. Incredible things can happen when music like that is forced out into the once-peaceful universe.

In other news, I was watching 30 Rock last night, and Tina Fey's loser boyfriend called her at work from a payphone and said, "Can you get on Ticketmaster? Nickelback just added another date to their tour!"

And right there, that's the type of people who care if Nickelback adds another date. If you watch 30 Rock, it was Dennis who said that.

I'm not the only one who's onto the type of people that listen to Nickelback. Tina Fey and I must share the same mind. Or, so I wish.