I grew up in the city, in an apartment. I learned to live with shouting groups of people around the clock. It was nothing like this.
Our hotel, on Seventh Avenue, a block from Madison Square Garden, is in the noisiest location I’ve ever attempted to sleep in! There were nearly constant sirens and horns.
What reason is there to hit seven or eight staccato blasts of your horn at 3:30 AM? Why even ask?
More than anything, I have developed an appreciation for the special NYC fire truck siren. It is made to cut through any other sound. It is made to ‘move’ people driving, but wearing iPods. Mission accomplished.
Oh – the last guest left the alarm set for 6:20 AM.