the splendor of antigone
10-13-2014, 11:35 AM
reading done.
Around me three other people were sat. One of them was listening to very loud music on his iPod while staring out the window. The Bunnel-esque "rhythms" made my stomach turn, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he was doing in a 'quiet zone'.
The lady sitting opposite me was reading her while eating one pork rind a minute for almost the entire duration of the train ride. Why does it take longer to chew things when you're reading? The f**king noise from (and smell of) those things made me question her motivation for being in the quiet zone as well.
Moreover, every few minutes her greasy, pig-reeking hands would take out her old phone to send a text message. Why on f**king earth are there still people in the world who have the sound enabled so a tone is played every time a note on the keyboard is hit?
The last person unashamedly spent the entire time looking catatonic, staring at seemingly nothing. This would be my ideal public transport traveller were it not for the whistling of his nose upon every exhalation.
It was a train ride filled with chagrin and apoplexy. Is this just the very nature of public transport and other people's carelessness, and do I have a thwarted view of what to expect in such circumstances?
All in all, I would be slowly turning into Berni, were it not for the fact that I turn the question around and ask you: How do [I]I stop being such an insufferable c**t?
Around me three other people were sat. One of them was listening to very loud music on his iPod while staring out the window. The Bunnel-esque "rhythms" made my stomach turn, and for the life of me I couldn't figure out what he was doing in a 'quiet zone'.
The lady sitting opposite me was reading her while eating one pork rind a minute for almost the entire duration of the train ride. Why does it take longer to chew things when you're reading? The f**king noise from (and smell of) those things made me question her motivation for being in the quiet zone as well.
Moreover, every few minutes her greasy, pig-reeking hands would take out her old phone to send a text message. Why on f**king earth are there still people in the world who have the sound enabled so a tone is played every time a note on the keyboard is hit?
The last person unashamedly spent the entire time looking catatonic, staring at seemingly nothing. This would be my ideal public transport traveller were it not for the whistling of his nose upon every exhalation.
It was a train ride filled with chagrin and apoplexy. Is this just the very nature of public transport and other people's carelessness, and do I have a thwarted view of what to expect in such circumstances?
All in all, I would be slowly turning into Berni, were it not for the fact that I turn the question around and ask you: How do [I]I stop being such an insufferable c**t?