It started with the 20-40 people who got on the train where I did, who produced noise levels such that I could barely hear the L noises from inside the car. Those of you who’ve been to chicago know that this is truly a feat. For those of you who haven’t think a slightly-lower-volume-than-normal gay club. If neither of these mean anything to you, it was really fucking loud. And very irksome. By the time I was getting off the train I was thinking “If I could slit every one of your throats without consequence, I would”. I was cranky.
I got into a conversation with my mother the other day, discussing me and noise, and she said that I’ve always displayed aversion to loud noises. It puts an interesting perspective on me almost completely losing my temper on
Then there’s whoever the dude was that left his laundry to mildew in the washing machine. Meaning I had to put it in his basket. But he’d left it so long that he’d stunk up the washing machine as well. Bleh!
More positive spin on life later.
I thought about getting those noise reduction headphones. I wonder if it works. Knowing my luck they’d probably just get stolen right off my head. I’ve also thought about wearing plain earplugs, but that might look a little too dorky even for me.
what about earplugs plus normal headphones? 😉
That sounds like a great idea. I should try it soon.
I have stuffed toilet paper (unused, of course) in my ears at gay bars to help relieve the noise. I outdork you. =)
Oh definitely–I had no presumptions that I might win that game. O:-) But I do have fairly ample nerdilimits too.
Then there’s whoever the dude was that left his laundry to mildew in the washing machine. Meaning I had to put it in his basket. But he’d left it so long that he’d stunk up the washing machine as well. Bleh!
More positive spin on life later.
pun not intended?
anyway, that takes a while to get that mildewy smell in most places. at least a day or so…
and it takes a while to get that smell _out_ once it’s there… even if it’s from someone else’s wash. ugh.
I want to wring necks of some people in this building who don’t clean the lint screen in the dryer after they wash clothes with (i) long nasty human hair, (ii) cat hair, (iii) dog hair, and (iv) bird feathers. If you noticed my rant(s) on cats, you’ll know how frustrated I was by (ii) alone–but all the rests–and BIRD FEATHERS in the lint screen. !(#@$*#(&$#(@$&*(#&!! 🙂