Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Simon and Garfunkel were on to something...

Little children play outside our hotel room. It's a wonderful playground. I would have loved it at that age. So much joy, and so carefree. Jumping on the trampoline, having a tea party in the playhouse, racing their tricycles up and down the road.

Hotel guests come and go from the lobby. I hear them say their goodbyes, and their thank-yous. Maybe they leave to move into a permanent home. Maybe they're just here to visit.

The sound of cars passing by, with the driver listening to a favorite song. Folk songs, and country songs. Opera and rap.

The sounds of friends walking the streets, hand-in-hand. Talking, laughing, loving.

The sounds of the hotel kitchen; chefs preparing the luscious meals to be served to the hotel guests. Cooking, arranging tables. Guests waiting to eat the delicious waffles, bacon, fresh bread.

A guest uses the bathroom above our hotel room. The sound of water pouring down fills the air.

A distant dog starts barking, which sets of a chain reaction with other dogs, including my own.

Seriously...WILL YOU PEOPLE PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP!? I'M TIRED OF BEING IN THIS GOD-FORSAKEN CACOPHONOUS HOTEL!!! YOUR KIDS AREN'T CUTE, YOU'RE NOT CUTE, THIS HOTEL ISN'T CUTE. SHUT UP, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!! I feel like my ears are constantly being raped by the most annoying sounds in the world. Just shuuuuuut uuuuuupppp!!!!!!!!!!

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