The setting: Our apartment, Saturday night around 9:30ish
The characters: NGS, Dr. BB, and Brandon the upstairs neighbor guy who can't control his fish tank water
The story: As the scene begins, our protagonists, the lovely NGS and brilliant Dr. BB are spending a quiet evening at home reading (for the record, NGS is reading The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay and Dr. BB is reading Social Teachings of the Christian Churches, Volume I). You may call them nerds, but there's no need for name calling. Crazy MeowFace is curled up, sleeping, on the floor right between the couch and the recliner, so as to not play favorites with her humans.
From above, there is a wailing. Now, Brandon, the upstairs neighbor guy who can't control his fish tank water, is kind of a wailer. He wails during football games (who doesn't?), during sex (who doesn't?), and during random Saturday nights. Frequently his wailing is brief, but intense. It involves lots of shouting of random syllables, including "yes," "no," and "god." The difference on this Saturday night is that the wailing is extended.
There is lots of screaming "god no," and this goes on for well over half an hour, approaching forty-five minutes.
The dilemma: If it had been a woman who was wailing like that for so long, I would have, at the very least, knocked on the door to make sure everything was okay. If there had been no answer at the door, I would have called the police. Almost a week later, I'm still feeling a little bit guilty over this situation and the double standard that I invoked here.
The questions: What would you have done in this situation, knowing that Brandon the upstairs neighbor guy who can't control his fish tank water is a bit of a wailer in general? Should I feel badly for the actions I took here?