On the way to work, if I ride on the bus, I like to read. Usually non-fiction. In fact pretty well always non-fiction. As I age I realise fact is far more interesting than fiction. Anyway...on the way home I'll often read, or I'll look out of the window, over the Harbour or towards the Blue Mountains. I sometimes marvel at the way the light hits the bridge, or just how clear the air can be. At other times I sit staring out of the window, my mind a blank, resting after work and before getting back home. I sit in a silent reverie. So please, PLEASE, fellow bus passengers, please cut out the banal fucking mobile phone chatter. If you're telling your mate how you banged a basketball team I may be interested. If you're explaining how the suprachiasmatic nucleus regulates circadian rhythms I may learn something. But if you are talking utter fucking drivel to someone you'll be meeting in under an hour can you please, PLEASE just shut the fuck up! End the call. Oh, and when you do end the call, don't have EXACTLY THE FUCKING SAME half a conversation with someone else you'll be seeing in a few minutes. FUCK! GET A FUCKING LIFE! See if your fucking brain can work with your mouth shut. Twat.
Ahem.
3 comments:
two things
1. I could have told you the fact -vs- fiction thing years ago
2. ipod on with noise isolating headphones. ignorance is tolerance is bliss.
here, here.
I hate using the phone in the office as it an open planned office and I get to have my conversation with a customer with everyone else in the office. Ditto for trains, buses and generally public places.
Don't get me wrong - a doctor talking a patient through an issue, for example, is fine. It is the trivial chatter that gets under my skin. It is not so much the noise per se, rather my (arrogant?) perception that the person is ignorant, selfish, stupid or any of a whole host of unflattering epithets.
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