The keyboards pound away at furious tempos.
Whilst
Thump thump, zwiiiiuuuuuung, thump
goes the classic rock on the middle-aged, balding man's iPod.
A little air-drumming to show the young commuter in the short dress that he still "has it."
She's engrossed in her Oprah Book Club selection, blissfully oblivious until
[insert the dulcet tones of an incessantly bad "island beat" ring tone]
bla bla bla bla bla and then I told him bla bla bla
spoken in a conspiratorially loud whisper so that everyone can hear.
Is there no end to this cacophonous nightmare?
At least someone in Australia may have the right idea:
http://tinyurl.com/ll8mr4
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