A few years ago, Bok, the sprout (then newborn) and I were spending the weekend in Montecristi. It was Semana Santa and we were late with our hotel reservations and my parent's spare room was "booked". An aunt that has a nice house with a separate guest suite offered to take us in.
Unfortunately a neighbor, which on top of being an obnoxious drunk *itch had a thing for loud music, decided to crank it up to 11. It was midnight, past midnight and no end in sight. We were tired from the trip, Nadia couldn't sleep and I was a hormonal wreck.
Sporting my baddest case of bed hair, and wearing my pajamas, I drove to the police station. Playing my best Shakespearian "damsel in distress" I told him of our circumstances, and would he please "do something". He told me to drive home and wait a bit longer. He didn't want to show up immediately and tip off the old witch.
30 mins later two officers showed up, gave the drunkard a stern talking to and confiscated her stereo.
So yes, it happens.
