And a spate of new nearby real estate utilization change requests for highrise apartment construction.
You jest, but those damn helicopters are my bane. They just orbit around you over and over, like you're doing something wrong. A few years ago I lived in a new, upscale apt building in the Galleria. I was on the 25th floor, and that darn chopper would cricle my building and loiter for no apparent reason, as if the pilot had a GF living there. I would sit on my balcony, in my underwear due to the oppresive heat, drinking my beer, and the guy would hover so close I could see what he was wearing. Perhaps it had to do with the marijuana I was growing on my balcony at the time, but I doubt it.