A few days ago I was sitting in my usual cubicle inside Wilton’s public library, and there was an overweight bearded guy sitting one cubicle away, and he was making King Kong or Mighty Joe Young “urp” sounds…the kind of belchy noises that older people with bad plumbing sometimes make.
I could see his black curly hair above my cubicle wall, and I was staring a hole in the back of his mongrel head. I was shaking my own head and wondering how people get this way….how they manage to sacrifice their dignity and composure. The noises were so bad that they interfered with my concentration. It’s three or four days later and they’re still interfering.
