In the early eighties we lived in a trailer park in Cocoa, Florida. We just had our first child and had him home for two weeks. Our neighbor was a single man who traveled a lot for his job. We hardly ever saw him. Right after we brought the baby home, he got a new girlfriend. He moved her in and left to go on the road for two weeks. Every night she had people over and blasted loud music for hours often until 2 or 3 AM. We tried talking to her and she just laughed it off. The trailer park management company did not respond to calls.

What she did not know was how the electricity for the park worked. A pole was set up at the middle trailer for every 5 trailers. That was the trailer we were in. The pole had a fuse box with a 60 amp fuse for each trailer clearly marked with the lot number. Electric service was included in the lot rent so each pole had 1 meter servicing all five boxes. This was 5 feet from my back door on the opposite side of my trailer from this neighbor.

After the first four nights of no sleep for us or the baby, I decided what to do. There were no locks on any of the fuse boxes. When the party hit full swing I would step out my back door, pull the fuse holder from the neighbor's box, and lay it on top. The power would go out and the party would be over. New girlfriend had no more luck with the management company than I did. Calling the power company resulted in a no problem found report .I always stuck the fuse back in when her guests left.

When our neighbor returned he came over to ask us if we had any electrical issues. I told him what had been going on and what I did. The new girlfriend was moved out the same day. His next girlfriend was brought to meet us before he left town. She was a delightful person we got along well with. He never told the first girlfriend what I had done. I guess she always thought that trailer park had lousy electrical service.