Sep 262011




Loud people. What is up with the booming voices? And why do they always sit behind/next to/near me in restaurants? Don’t they know that it’s possible to “talk like this?” I’m pretty sure that it’s either:

  • they don’t care
  • they have no clue

Please, for the love of Mike, speak down. The person sitting across from you can hear you. Have you seriously never noticed the painful wincing coinciding with each and every SHOUTED syllable emanating from the bullhorn below your nose? It’s not obvious to you when that elder loved one not-so-surreptitiously reaches up to turn their hearing aid down — all the way? Heck, I’m in the K-Mart 4 blocks down the street and I am literally sprinting for the noise cancelling headphones. You don’t need to shut-up. You’re probably very nice, and I’ll bet you smell really good too. But, please, contain the waveform. Lower your voice!

I was recently riding on the train, sitting behind 4 perfectly normal people who were lodged in a 2×2 facing seat cluster. Well, 3 normal ones. At one point, the gentleman to my Northwest (I’m facing North) ventured to speak to his unsuspecting seatmates.

Did I say speak? Shout. Yeah, that’s the word.


Ad nauseum, for a couple minutes. But yours truly, every treacherous, deployed the solution FTW!

Barlow Girl: Grey. This just happened to be playing on my laptop. And, oddly enough, there’s a volume control dial on my headset Listening to Music. Which way do you think I twirled it?

“GREY’S MY FAVORITE COLOR!”actual lyrics, coooool. Wink

What would it be like to see 4 heads execute a 180° spin simultaneously, faster than the speed of light? It would be similar to what I saw. Alas, I only saw two demonic head-phasings and two direct, withering glares. Hmmmm. … Make that four glares, 2 head spins, and enough frowny thought to convey an unmistakable message: “how rude. your music is too loud.”

Whippety-blinkit, I parried! A super savoir-faire, eyebrows-raised Sarcasm and utterly piercing gaze focused intently on Mr. Boomer. Toss in a delightful and wickedly subtle smirk Smirk.

Hold gaze. And … … … … … … pθwned!

Heads swivel to normal, thumb deftly crushes headset volume back to a sweet, soothing level. And a major win for quiet, rest of the trip. A big shout out for silence!

Silence is Golden

Chalk me up for one courtesy violation. I’m willing to serve the time.

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