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It was actually on the way home from work yesterday - and it was bad enough that several times, the shrill sound of it made me wince/jump while I had Daft Punk cranked on my iPod in a vain attempt to drown it out.
My GF (sitting beside me and likewise attempting to block it out, albeit with eighties classics) had similar thoughts. A couple BCIT students were also shooting daggers their oblivious way. Seriously, incessant, ear-drum damaging, impossibly loud noise. Like having a car alarm going off six inches from your skull.
I hope they get chlamydia before the summer break is over.
When we were getting off the bus, I asked my GF, loudly, “Did you know that studies have shown that there is a surprising correlation between laughing too loud on public transit and being torn apart by packs of feral dogs?” (I don’t know if they heard.)
The rest of it has just been running around in my head for long enough that I felt it was probably for the best if I got if off my chest.
I find people like yourself that fail to deal with the problem directly are usually more pissed at themselves for being too cowardly to speak up. Part of the grumpiness stems from that.
What I mean is that our OP wants to make it look like he is the one put upon, emerging the hero by his wit and by the fact that he was the bigger man, when in fact, he was neither witty nor big nor a man.
Damn LM ! I know you want them to shut up but wishing they would kill themselves seems a tad harsh. Couldn’t you just wish they stubbed a toe or got a really nasty hangnail? Either of these should eliminate the laughing. Oh, and by the way, as a former combative youth it was probably best you didn’t speak to them. You know how assholes are.
What’s wrong with laughing? I’ll take loud laughing in my public transportation over people acting creepy, drunk scenes, violent scenes, sexual harassment, or a bus that looks everybody is dead due to the uncomfortable silence.
When did we become so sensitive? I can’t share a laugh with some friends on a bus because someone wants quiet and the lack of it will ruin his day. I can’t get up and go to the bathroom in a movie theater because some guy 20 rows back will have 0.5% of the screen obstructed for 20 seconds and it will ruin his day. I can’t walk around in my apartment because the guy beneath me might hear a mild thumping and it will ruin his experience watching bowling and therefore the rest of his day.
I’m sorry if you expect absolute silence 24 hours a day, but you’re not going to get it from me. Especially if I’m out in public. Don’t like it? Tough shit. Deal with it.
How old are you, Pup? I think you may be misunderstanding a few things here. This is just an apostrophic vent about a gaggle of extremely annoying teenaged girls, who kept up extremely loud, extremely fake laughter for about twenty minutes in a crowded bus. Why are you on my sack about not “doing anything?”
What is the appropriate thing to do, apart from vent a little?
One thing that you will learn about being annoyed by teenagers when you reach A Certain Age is that it is a nuanced thing. In most cases, annoyed persons will have engaged to some degree in the same behaviour themselves, when they were that age, and the anooying persons (unless torn apart by packs of feral dogs) will live to be annoyed by the next generation.
This makes the annoyed person similtaneously embarassed-for and wanting-to-strangle the offenders.
“Macho?” Are you fucking kidding me? There was nothing intimidating about this group, it’s not as though they were a bunch of street punks. Even outside of physical intimidation, they weren’t even “cool” kids. They were, no doubt, a band of outsiders - they were, too a one, fat, homely, and manifestly stupid, on their way to hang out at the mall. Nothing would be gained by cutting them down. They were just constitutionally annoying.
You rant about such things in the same way you rant about the fucking weather. (Where is the fucking sun, anyway? We’ve had one day of blue sky since June 1st. Argh.)
Seriously, I’m not that sensitive. This was at a frequency and decibel level that was actually physically painful. Shrill, loud, and constant. Imagine having your iPod on, turned up all the way, so that it is at the threshold of “painful noise,” and then having it overpowered high-pitched screaming. This is what I’m talking about, no exaggeration.
Sorry, but those of you shedding crystal tears over the Loss of Laughter from Life™ clearly don’t comprehend the type of “laughter” the OP is describing, but I know precisely what he’s talking about. It’s not a “say something funny, everyone laughs for a minute, isn’t the world a jolly place” brand of chuckling. It’s a prolonged, eardrum-battering din akin to screaming, and in fact is usually accompanied by actual screaming, bellowing, and/or shrieking as all the members of the group vie desperately to talk over the communal racket they’re creating. It goes on and on, is wildly exaggerated and inappropriate for the surroundings, and worst of all, generally results from some “joke” or story that really isn’t that fucking funny to begin with. Oh, sorry… did you want to have a conversation of your own, with the person next to you? Good luck making yourself audible.
These are the progeny of parents who never got around to teaching the “inside voice” lesson, and now we’re all reaping the harvest. I can’t say it surprises me that a bunch of apologists would spring to the fore on this board, though.
In my experience, teenagers will always be teenagers. They get all jacked up over the stupidest shit and they let their emotions run with abandon. As long as they don’t hit me or live in my house, I’ll get over it. I mean, it’s only a transit ride; not a life sentence in the same cell as them.
