Scream Louder. I don't think people in China heard you.

Dear Acquaintance (I’ll just call you um… Vera Lynn for now),

It’s very nice when you’re so enthusiastic and happy. I wish I could be as happy as you are. Really.

But see, Vera, you have an awful voice.

A horrible, grating, shrieking voice when you squeal.

Now, I’m not saying my voice is that good either, but must you scream so loudly? You told me yourself that you did NOT have hearing problems or any other sort of ailment that would cause your voice to reach such a HIGH decibel level.

In the cafeteria at lunch, please do not

Damn, I pressed Submit too soon.

Please do not shriek when I am listening to my music. Please do not scream when we are in Earth Science class together. Please do not yell when you see me in the hallway.

I understand you’re a loud person, but I am not. Sudden loud noises make me anxious and VERY irritable.

Thank you.

Bonus points if anyone knew where I got the name from.

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?

Remember how she said that we would meet again some sunny day?

Did she say that we would meet again some sunny day?

Wasn’t she the one who said that we would meet again some sunny day?

Dio has it.

Yeah but Vera Lynn doesn’t have nicotine stains on her fingers, like I do.

(I also have the obligatory Hendrix perm.)

Throws TellMeI’mNotCrazy a bone

No, what she said was that we would meet again some sunny day.

(It’s a 1940’s style sun ray.)

My bad - you’re right. I was thinking of a different Vera Lynn.

I always thought that line sounded like “electric tea stains on my fingers,” which sounds much cooler than “nicotine stains.”

Ohhh, I know, you were thinking of the one who said that we would meet again, some sunny day.

::brings the boys back home::

Nice, TellMeI’mNotCrazy.

Here, have a cigar. You’re gonna go far.

:: glances around at peculiar wreckage of thread ::

Welcome to the machine.

I’d love to pay you for this thread, but money: it’s a crime.

No, it’s a hit. Don’t give me any of that do-goody-good…

Oh, and in: re the OP, just tell her that you startle easily, with a biting reflex.

Vera? Vera? What has become of you?

That sunny day came for me in 1991.

I was working at a hotel in the English Lakes District, and Vera Lynn stayed for a few nights. She was lovely; very friendly and gracious. The hotel manager got me to take a picture of her, which he hung in his office. I still have the original somewhere in my boxes of old photos.