Headphones On

I put Some Racing, Some Stopping by Headlights on my headphones and opened up a new document to begin typing.
There was an instant smile on my face. Something curious comes over me when I hear music so familiar and happy... I get a little smirk. I like to guess that it’s the music nerd “you don’t know what yer missing out syndrome”¹ or some such. I started to think and type about the smirking when I realized She was reading my lapdog monitor.
She... the celebri-gossip-rag reading Trixie who plopped herself down next to me with her giant Pooh plush blanket during a 5+ hour train ride and proceeded to yell at her boyfriend (referred to as Babe¹) off and on every twenty minutes or so. Apparently, She and Babe were supposed to be going camping this weekend... or so she told every person she could get to answer when she furiously dialed her crackberry for the first hour past Joilet.
Above and beyond the not-so-healthy relationship of She and Babe... I was a rather annoyed. I realize that I post my thoughts for the world to read, but I don’t do that while I’m still developing said thoughts.
She got off the train, an hour before me in Podunk, Illinois. After a furious screaming match with her crackberry She and Babe had split for the weekend and there was "NO WAY I AM GOING ON THAT CAMPING TRIP WITH YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS IF YOU HAVE THAT ATTITUDE BABE!". Good Lord. People seem to have lost all boundaries of public and private space.

¹ Also known as the know-it-all grin.
² Unless she was callling him a pig, but I doubt that had actually occurred to her.

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