Wednesday, May 17, 2006
A new torture
Throwing caution to the winds, I decided to sit in another part of the train this morning. Bad move.
At Chislehurst, a man and two women got on the train and sat near me. One woman sat opposite, the man next to her and the other woman next to me. All were in their early twenties.
The two opposite were fine but the one sitting next to me had a voice that could cut right through whatever was on my iPod and a bad case of verbal diarrhea. Her most irritating habit, however, was that she would knock her heel on the floor to punctuate what she was saying. All I could hear was "blah-blah-blah ha-ha-ha CLONK".
I'm not sitting there again.
At Chislehurst, a man and two women got on the train and sat near me. One woman sat opposite, the man next to her and the other woman next to me. All were in their early twenties.
The two opposite were fine but the one sitting next to me had a voice that could cut right through whatever was on my iPod and a bad case of verbal diarrhea. Her most irritating habit, however, was that she would knock her heel on the floor to punctuate what she was saying. All I could hear was "blah-blah-blah ha-ha-ha CLONK".
I'm not sitting there again.
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