grindy

TFW you lost your headphones and you sit in a bus with the loudest possible french woman and she is a few rows behind you and you wear earplugs and it still sounds like she's right besides you and her voice reminds you of a very cheerful dying cat and unfortunately your rudimentary french is still sufficient to understand her inane comments about every single thing the bus passes by and when she's not talking to her friends she's "quietly" singing to herself

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