This morning I will partake in what I do most days: ride the train. For some people, riding the train is merely a form of transportation, a necessary means to arrive at a destination.
For yours truly, it is a fantastic cavalcade of curiosity! I find so many interesting and sometimes entertaining situations while I observe my train car surroundings. However, sometimes the scenery is not so pleasant.
Case in point: cell phones and music contraptions. I have been told that I possess exceptionally good hearing. Why, some might say a blessing, something to appreciate, a sense that one might wish to have in full regalia!
Be that as it may, my super-sonic ‘sounding devices’ (a.k.a. my ears) have but one little curse: I utterly loathe hearing the wailing words and sounds permeating out of my fellow train passengers’ ears. And to this I say, if the ‘noise’ vibration is practically bouncing me out of my seat, then how, oh how on earth can the listener (well, the original listener, as it were, since we ALL are expecting to partake in the enjoyment) blissfully continue to pound their eardrums with such force?
There are many recorded announcements that are played on the trains here in CHItown; one of them is to be courteous and keep cell phone and music playing quiet, “……so as not to disturb other customers.” Well Mr. Recording Person, ‘said’ individuals haven’t heard a darn word you just said (ah, the irony is yet again not lost, is it?)
To my fellow train travelers I say this: music is the expression of the soul. I love music; all kinds, in fact. But I would kindly ask that you express your soul a wee bit more quietly. Ah, that’s better. What’s that? You missed your train stop? I wouldn’t hear of such a thing!!
The Chicago Files 