Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Nails on chalkboard.

The voice tone of the girl sitting across from me rakes my eardrums. Doubly bad is the fact that she doesn't seem to require the human need to breathe, and has been an unending stream of breathy, wheezy dialogue since her stupid face got on the train about seven stops ago.

Come on! Breathe...is she going for a record of some sort?

Grr.

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