Pollution Control

There are women in this world who have particularly annoying voices.

You know the kind - screechy, loud, grating on the nerves.

I'm sure they're lovely people when you get to know them, but I don't care to. Especially since several of this variety seem to be packed into one tiny space, that is the women's first class compartment on the Panvel local train to Andheri.

I can't miss this train, because if I do, it means changing two trains in order to get to work and I am nothing if not practical (= lazy) when it comes to public transport.

So the only option I have is to be squished up against four other women, all of who insist on narrating, re-telling, discussing and in one case, re-enacting (I kid you not) the most mundane and boring episodes of their lives, which in all probability they had discussed the day before...when I was also an unfortunate audience.

Ear plugs.

I need ear plugs.