Ears of Travel

  • Suit dudes selling mutual funds at the breakfast joint (I can tell because I heard some words, like “Morningstar” and “Performance” and “Management”). What is it about a hotel (or a diner) that makes people think they’re all alone in the room? I’m sure I’ve talked about this before, but I really ought to be in corporate intelligence. All you need is a laptop and a cup of coffee.
  • Snoring so loud that one wants to send a note to the guy and tell him to see a doctor (this happened to Plagioclase — I slept through it).
  • An acquaintance from home on a local-to-where-I-am-now radio program.
  • I hate small children who refuse to use their “inside voice” despite repeated suggestions by their mother’s to do so. I hate their mothers, too, for merely suggesting instead of demanding.
 

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