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moon_custafer) wrote2021-10-02 06:25 pm
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October so far
A young guy on the bus today with late-‘70s/early ‘80s arena-rock hair got out some kind of keyboard app (or a little keyboard, I couldn’t see from where I was sitting) and began playing synths. Really badly.
After five or ten minutes, my spouse finally said “Um hey, hello?” to the guy, who got up, declaring:
“No! I don’t tell you how to live your life! Do I stop you from talking?”
My spouse: …
Synth Guy: You are forbidden to make any sounds! Because you’re a fascist! Against sound!
And with that salvo fired, he got off the bus.
Previously (Sept 30th):
So, TIL the elevator door can’t sense your hand if you only put it part way in. I tried to stop the door from closing before I could get on the elevator, and it closed on my knuckles, and kept pressing hard enough that I could neither pull out my hand nor push it further in to break the beam that lets the door know there’s something blocking it.
Also it hurt quite a bit. And I wasn’t quite within reach of the button.
Eventually someone heard/saw me and pressed the button so the door reopened, and I thanked him and got in. My hand stopped hurting after a while.
The part I’ve been thinking about since then is that, as far as I can remember, my reaction to the whole thing was to repeatedly say “Hello? Um, excuse me?” in a mildly anxious tone and a volume slightly louder than my usual indoor speaking voice, and it strikes me that’s rather inadequate as a distress signal.
After five or ten minutes, my spouse finally said “Um hey, hello?” to the guy, who got up, declaring:
“No! I don’t tell you how to live your life! Do I stop you from talking?”
My spouse: …
Synth Guy: You are forbidden to make any sounds! Because you’re a fascist! Against sound!
And with that salvo fired, he got off the bus.
Previously (Sept 30th):
So, TIL the elevator door can’t sense your hand if you only put it part way in. I tried to stop the door from closing before I could get on the elevator, and it closed on my knuckles, and kept pressing hard enough that I could neither pull out my hand nor push it further in to break the beam that lets the door know there’s something blocking it.
Also it hurt quite a bit. And I wasn’t quite within reach of the button.
Eventually someone heard/saw me and pressed the button so the door reopened, and I thanked him and got in. My hand stopped hurting after a while.
The part I’ve been thinking about since then is that, as far as I can remember, my reaction to the whole thing was to repeatedly say “Hello? Um, excuse me?” in a mildly anxious tone and a volume slightly louder than my usual indoor speaking voice, and it strikes me that’s rather inadequate as a distress signal.
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Eeek. This actually happened to a friend of mine when we were kids; I refused to step foot in our apartment building's elevator for months.
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The part I’ve been thinking about since then is that, as far as I can remember, my reaction to the whole thing was to repeatedly say “Hello? Um, excuse me?” in a mildly anxious tone and a volume slightly louder than my usual indoor speaking voice, and it strikes me that’s rather inadequate as a distress signal.
This is mostly how I react to scary/dangerous things and why no one takes my distress seriously at all.
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Er. Yeah, no. It's not.