I am a nurse in a hospital. There are a lot of things that beep. Call lights, IV pumps, tube feed pumps, ... even the refrigerator beeps when someone leaves the door open. Since I have become a nurse I have become 'sensitized' to things that beep to the point where I get really annoyed in my car when I leave the door open with the keys in the ignition. I want to disable all the alarms. Somehow a bird chirping repetitively outside the window is fine but a very similar and not necessarily shrill or loud beep from something electronic is maddening. Go figure.
In the eighties I had a girlfriend Heather Drewes who's grandmother had a convertible K-car that talked. I was in my twenties but in spite of my open minded age the car drove me bonkers. If the keys were in the ignition and the door was open a mild (and therefore maddening) voice said 'Your door is ajar.' I always heard it as 'Your door is a jar' which makes no sense ... I don't like cars telling me what to do. I always wear my seatbelt except when I don't and when I don't I have a good reason and hate the dinging reminder that the seatbelt is not fastened.
Another erstwhile friend of mine: Laurel Saville, had a great line that fit this sort of thing; 'It's like being beaten to death by moths.' Perfect.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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