Irritant
I wanted to bask in silence today, with my mute headphones on, pretending to work, but just enjoying the silence with only my thoughts to bug me. But that is not to be. My seatmate is belting out Broadway tunes to an almost obscene (for me, anyways) level. Now, I had to listen to music for real and turn it up at that. I can't stand the way she makes her voice shake, the way her voice tremoloes. Mr. Lloyd-Weber, forgive her for she knows not what she does. It's bugging the hell out of me. I AM SO FRICKING ANNOYED! Get me my purple shorts, please. Harrrr!