So, tonight, my dad and I went out to Great Dane at Hilldale for dinner, and ended up sitting in the corner of the small side-room.
Next to us was a table of nine people: four guys and five girls.
They were very chatty, mostly in normal voices, but one guy had
THE LOUDEST VOICE EVER.
It just boomed and reverberated, even more so due to the small space of the room. And he had the loudest, worst laugh ever. It sounded like a whole unit of army cadets going “HUT. HUT. HUT.”
Basically, whenever he opened his mouth, whichever one of us was talking at my table had to either yell or stop talking altogether.
Whatever happened to “inside voice?”
Don’t people hear themselves talk?
And now, someone in another apartment on my floor must be snoring REALLY LOUDLY because I can hear it with my door closed.
Maybe I should check to see if anyone is sleeping in the hallway.
Oh, and today I welcomed my 21,000th visitor since I’ve had RevolverMaps, so here’s lookin’ at you, Simi Valley, California.