The building in the way of the fireworks has left us but one narrow band to see the explosions in the sky, but these schmucks from the building next door have decided to stand on OUR roof, and RIGHT in the way.
We call them out on it, and they move, albeit with a minimum of grace. They then proceed in their stoned, anti-social way to stand directly in front of a few of us in a unique and different way, and when asked to move, the female of the couple says, "Well there's only a couple of places to actually stand up here."
"Is that really true, though?" I ask.