a letter

Dear Boy With the Annoying Phone on the MRT today while i was out hangin' with ma mom and brother :),

i know you think your phone's cool and that you feel the need to show it off by playing loud music on it for everyone to hear. Everyone who was in the same MRT carriage as you.

Everyone, including me.

I have a question.

What the hell was that playing on your phone? Was it even English? It sounded like someone with a tongue infection trying to rap. I couldn't make out what the words were and I was pretty sure you couldn't either.

Boy, why are you listening to songs like that? Why don't you listen to songs that are universally-liked, like Air Supply? They are so much easier on the ears than that noise blaring from your phone.

You know, while I stood there, pretending I was not irritated with the music you were playing ever so loudly, while everyone else glanced at you repeatedly with much annoyance, I entertained thoughts of nudging you so your phone would fall to the ground and I'd accidentally stomp on it to death.

I also thought about accidentally on purpose crushing your phone with my huge, heavy, dinosaur-era ass. But lucky for him, I decided not to.

Thank God you finally alighted and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Okay, they did not really, but I bet they were mentally doing so.

Boy, I've got a piece of advice for you. Music blaring from your cellphone is not cool. If you really want to be cool, carry a boom box, like they used to do in the 80s. or God knows which era.

If you can't do that, then get a pair of earphones like everyone else.

With much wisdom,Guy with the monster ass.