I didn’t notice that last night

I woke up feeling like a piece of meat that had been thoroughly hammered all night.

My room was on the 5th floor. The people on the sixth floor didn’t shut down until the wee hours of the morning. Then, after they finally gave up trying to have a good time, I listened to 18 wheelers drive through my hotel room until I finally slept from sheer exhaustion.

How can those trucks make so much noise? I mean, I realize that the freeway is fairly close, but I am 5 floors up. When I opened the curtains, it all became painfully clear. The freeway is 5 stories high too!!!

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