I inherited a pair of swimmer's earplugs when I was allowed to move from my assigned top bunk to the vacated bunk below. I have taken to wearing them (in my ears) all day now . . . all day that I am spending in the dorm area.
They work pretty good. The wind whistles through my plugs giving my walks around the dorm a windchime effect. Plus, I hear each of my footsteps as a loud, pleasant thump, like a heartbeat.
As I write this here in the computer room, two brothers are standing right behind me having a loud, LOUD conversation about leaning on walls waiting for buses. I don't know how anyone in this room can concentrate on their job searches.
Now their bus took off and they're still leaning against the wall. LOUD laughter. Laughter. More laughter. The bus took off. They were leaning against the wall. AAAAAWWWW HAAAAWWWW HAAAW HAW!
I was going to write something about The Disappeared, the many faces I have come to know here at the vets' dorm just to have them disappear on me (self aborted or drug test aborted), but I just can't think with these two chuckleheads standing over me talking (even now) about the hilarity of missing your bus 'cause you wuz leaning on the wall.
I figure that these guys have another two hours of discourse on this subject of walls and busses, busses and walls, bustops with walls that call while the bus passes by, so I guess I'll take my earplugged self out to the hot parking lot where I will lock myself in my car, still earplugged, and listen to the soothing sound of nothing.
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