Everyone is good at something. Some are great at sports, others fantastic at dancing, some are complete geniuses and others are just downright bloody fantastic at being annoying.
The main culprit- the girl who has the conversation on a certain bus from Lower Leeson Street to Lucan EVERY Monday to Friday evening. Apart from her voice echoing the entire double decker bus I’m not even capable of understanding how one can talk so much bloody crap in the space of a 45 minute journey.
Get an ipod, sob over a Cecilia Ahern book, do a sudoku or just do what the rest of us do and sit nice and quietly for the whole flipping journey and occassionally read the adverts from time to time to rid yourself of any neck creaks.
As soon as I hear that ring tone every evening on my way home after work my eyes begin to well up.
I don’t care that you think Maire looked really well after losing all that weight or that Alan was acting like an arsehole all your birthday party in Coppers. I don’t care that your 3 month old golden retriever puppy scratched paint off the wall of your new kitchen, I don’t care that the bagel you ate at lunch keeps repeating on you and I do NOT care that you “can’t wait to see what happens in Fair City tonight”. You see where I’m going with this yuusss?!
You are committing a serial breach of what is socially acceptable on the bus. Not just any route but an EXPRESSO route. A bus carrying booted and suited people returning home from a days work who will kill for peace and quiet. Not to listen to you debate whether you want to be a feisty pirate or a sugar plum flipping fairy for Halloween. All above 60 decibels may I add. So in laymans terms you’re not just damaging my sanity but the general health of the publics ears aswell.
Talk away on the phone lady, but pipe down for jesus sake. I do wish you well on your driving test and I did make a mental note on Tuesday to “never buy the Pinot Grigio from Lidl” but please stop with the noise pollution as my consumption of panadol has reached pandemic levels and that cannot be good.
We will see how next week goes. If I still return home with a better understanding of what is going on in your head than what is actually going on in my own I will have to delve further and try name and shame you my dear stranger who wears the royal blue military style coat and is most recognisable from the infamous Nokia handset held permanently to her left ear ( deep breath aaaaaaahhhhhh).
I shall see you soon. Quietly hush hush. “CWYYYY-ITTT-LLEEEE”.
Louise xx
Louise
