I don’t know if you were raised in some sort of sheltered environment where you were never exposed to the earphones, or if you’re just some kind of a clueless dork, but perhaps you should realize that your earphones don’t prevent other people from hearing the noises you make.
I don’t care how rockin’ that particular R.E.O. Speedwagon track is, nobody else wants to hear you grunting along with it. The arhythmic tapping on the table is also exceedingly annoying. The few random snippets of lyrics you occassionally deliver in a nasal monotone are not very entertaining, either.
Perhaps you don’t realize how stupid you sound, and you imagine that we are grateful to you for sharing your unique musical gifts with us. Or maybe you’re just so swept away by the song-stylings of Air Supply that you’re in another world of devil-may-care guitar riffs and trancendently brilliant lyrics, and you have forgotten about us poor slobs here in the dismal workaday world of No Eighties Rock.
Just knock it the hell off, or I’m going to rip out your earbuds and cram them so far up your nose that your sneezes will be Double Bass Boosted for the next three months.
Bob your head, lipsync, whatever but have a little consideration for the rest of the people in the room and BE QUIET.
I once was sitting on an airplane THREE ROWS BEHIND a kid who was not only making the aforementioned noises along with his headphones, but whose headphones could be heard OVER the noise of the jet engines.
Oh yes. My morning journey to work (not a thrilling experience at the best of times) was recently enlivened by the sound of a dim-witted bimbo singing along to her headphones. Nothing like off-key hip-hop to make Monday mornings more enjoyable.
She seems to have stopped, lately. Perhaps I should be sad that the remorseless mundanity of life has apparently stilled the song in her heart … but, frankly, I’m just happy she’s shut up.
Been there. On one memorable recent commute, a brief search of the train carriage for the source of the irritating thumping sound revealed that it was coming from someone’s headphones at the opposite end of the carriage.
If anyone’s contemplating a career in medicine, I recommend specializing in injuries to the eardrum, as it’s clearly a growth industry.
I’ll never forget the day I stayed home sick and our old roomie decided to blast “Welcome to the Jungle” and sing along to it. She sounded just like Kermit the Frog…
While you’re at it, would you tell the mother fucker in the cubicle next to me that headphones are not meant to be used as a Bose Home Theatre when listening to music at work.
Also, please alert him that sitting there eating crushed ice out of his mug with a freaking spoon is not only bad for his teeth but his general health as I am about to shove said spoon into his eyeball if he doesn’t stop with the fucking CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH!!!
I am sitting in in my little home office, all by my lonesome, laughing maniacally. Why? you ask - because I am insanely crunching ice while reading this thread! And yes, I am sexually frustrated. I am frustrated that I have had sex 5 times in the past 5 days and I am tired, dammit!
How could any terrible human being destroy the wonderfulness that is REO Speedwagon and Air Supply in public! If someone is going to play that, at least they could shut up and let the wonderful notes of the above bands melodiously encounter our ears. The nerve!
