port-a-party

so last night the clothing store next door to my house had a big party in their parking lot. their parking lot is separated from my back yard by a chain link fence. it was disturbing enough listening to the terrible music they blasted well into the wee hours. don't they realize people LIVE HERE? PEOPLE WHO SUFFER FROM DEPRESSION AND ARE TRYING TO COCOON THEMSELVES INTO A SELF-INDUCED COMA FOR THE EVENING? i mean, seriously. it's after 9 pm on a saturday, you assholes.

but the morning light revealed something even worse. a line of portapotties that are maybe 20 inches from my kitchen window.