On my way home, I was taking the bus toward the Max stop, and this woman was yapping very loudly in Chinese on her phone. I'm not sure if she knew how loud she was, or even cared. We ended up getting off at the same stop and waiting on the same train. She continued to yap the whole time we waited.
When the train arrived, I very deliberately chose a different car. On that car, there were a lot of homeless people camped out trying to escape the cold. I managed to find a seat toward the front near this man, and this punk rock girl. I was relieved to get away from the yapping woman.
Then I started hearing these noises. I thought at first, it was some strange announcement on the intercom. Then I realized it was coming from the phone of the man who was sitting near me. Suddenly his phone started blaring this very loud and obnoxious music that he started singing and dancing too, while looking at his reflection in the window.
At first, I tried to go with it, but after a while, it started making me feel very anxious. I was tired. It had been a long day. I got up to try to find another place to sit, couldn't find a seat, and ended up standing.
At the next stop, I got off and jumped onto the other car. It was much more comfortable, and I was able to find a seat.
The Chinese woman was now off the phone.
And I was almost home.
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