I live next to a highway. Not just any highway, but the kind truckers apparently use as their personal concert hall. Every day, without fail, I get front-row seats to an unwanted “EDM festival”. It’s a semi blasting the “Baby Shark” tune at 120 decibels.
I’ll be recording gameplay commentary or podcasting when suddenly doo doo doo doo doo doo explodes through my headphones. If you’ve never cursed so hard you felt like you summoned your ancestors, I envy your peaceful little life.
Sometimes it happens past midnight, jolting my poor furkids out of their snores and leaving them wide-eyed and whimpering.
Other times it happens when I’m writing. Like, right now. As I type this, there’s a traffic buildup outside, and apparently, every trucker decided, “Yes, this is the moment the world needs my remix.”
And here’s the kicker: these musical air horns? They’re illegal in my country, Malaysia. But what are the authorities even doing about it? If they want to do me (and my neighbors) a huge favor, they should just camp near the highway, and they’d catch truckers belting out Baby Shark at 1 a.m. It’s a win-win! The law gets enforced, and I get to record one podcast episode without wanting to toss my microphone out the window.
So here I am, stuck in this situation where I have to wait it out before I can concentrate on my work. Meanwhile, the trucks are out there, vibing.
