There’s a man with a “stage” voice sitting across the room from me at the coffee shop, where I am diligently working and trying to get caught up on my timesheet. My extended life battery has 30% of its juice (approx 1:04 hours) remaining and I’m using it’s precious time to rant. I feel like Prospero’s sitting next to me and it’s quite distracting. I wonder how the study group a the table beside him feels about the booming nature of his voice? He may be a teacher based on his topic of discussion and because it seems he enjoys the sound of his own voice. It’s like me when I’ve had a few drinks. WOOOO! I AM INTERESTING! LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN! Well dude, I can’t help but listen, you have a voice like a boom-cannon. Yes, even with the country music chiming, study group studying, the barista’s bantering, blending, and grinding, and my nails clacking lightly on the soft keys of my laptop I can still hear you.
Oh, wait. You were a band director and you’re laughing about your “Salute to Gasoline.” I’m sure you’re a nice guy, but man…don’t make me go Pre-School Teacher on you–INSIDE VOICES!!!!!!!!
