Six roofers can sure raise a ruckus. I thought the worst of the noise was going to be the demolition that took place on Tuesday. I figured the constant nailing wouldn’t be that bad and it wasn’t. These guys were using pneumatic nail guns and all you heard was tap, tap, tap, tap…. Tap, tap, tap, tap.
What I wasn’t prepared for was every ten to fifteen minutes they would drop another bundle of shingles on the roof. Every time it sounded like something had fallen out of the sky and landed right over your head. It shook the whole house like an earthquake.
So, all morning long I’m being serenaded with, “Boom, tap, tap, tap, tap…tap, tap, tap, tap. Boom, tap, tap, tap, tap… tap, tap, tap, tap.”
