Monday, August 11, 2003

Quiet Enjoyment

* Excuse me, would you please turn that down?  And by down, I mean off?

* Oh um - No.  Screw that, dude.

* I get it, you’re turning it up now, is that right?  You know what, I think I’d rather talk to you than listen to your music.  I think that’s how I’m going to spend this ride - talking with you about how people treat each other. 

* Dude this is a public place, I can play what I want to and you’ve got no right to get in my face about it.

* ‘Dude,’ this is not a public place, it’s a public conveyance - it’s a closed train car and you’re not supposed to be playing music here.  There should be a sign posted but you aren’t actually telling me you’ve never heard of this, are you?

* What are you, dude, a tourist?  Don’t give me this shit.

* Yeah, I’m a tourist who’s lived here fifteen years, works here, rides this train every day, and doesn’t appreciate your taste in music.  Don’t impose it on me.  Outside, I’d just walk away from you.  Here, we have to live together and I’m asking for your courtesy.  Is that going to work?

* Dude there is no reason to go off on me, Jesus, you’re totally going off on me, I have a total right to be here, to ride this train and to listen to my music, it’s not hurting anyone and you’re just freaking out.  I paid my money and I can ride and jam out however I want to.  Oh man there is absolutely no reason for you to be taking this out on me.  I’m going over there so I don’t bother you.  Will that shut you up?

* It’ll dude for the time being.