I hope you all survived
St Patricks Day
*hiccup*.
Some of you around here are still looking pretty
green!
Still kind of hazy here in the BVI, could be volcano dust,
could be Sahara dust, it's always somebody else's dust!
Then there is the jack-hammering concrete dust. Many folks here
build without plans or inspections. They throw up a concrete wall, then draw out
the windows and jack-hammer them back out. Seems to me that would weaken the
wall overall, but they don't seem to care. I think they just have fun playing
with the jack hammer! Between the local propensity for loud music and the
jack hammers, small wonder so many folks around here are seemingly deaf and
talk SUPER LOUD to compensate for it.
I was sitting in a nice quiet open air bar in the middle of the
day, waiting on a friend to get off the ferry and meet up with them. Besides the
bartender and some bored staff on cell phones, nobody else was around.
Then this guy walks in and sits right beside me. The whole
place is empty and he has to sit right next to me. OK, I don't mind, I am
friendly. I worked in hospitality for umpteen years, I can chat up a stranger if
he sat here to talk.
But instead, he pulls out a cell phone, and I guess he was deaf,
cause he begins talking at the top of his lungs, shouting into the cell phone,
as if the people are on the next island instead of on the phone with him, and I
tell you, he was so loud, it made my ears hurt!
To make matters worse, something awful was decaying in his
mouth, like maybe he lost his toothbrush at the beginning of the millennium
and hasn't found it since. So every time he screeched in the phone, I was
assaulted with this halitosis of the worst form. I nearly passed right out from
the odor.
Talk about peace in paradise...SHATTERED!
Somehow I managed to leave my money, pour my drink into a to-go
cup and exit the place, while he continued to yell at his cell phone. As I
walked towards the ferry dock, I could still hear every word he was saying, and
so could everybody else.
