喧しいにもほどがある
Fed up with Noise
In Japan it
is said that three women make an unbearable chattering noise. In my case, the
number was seven. That means I suffered from more than double unbearable
noises.
The cause of the intolerable buzz was seven
old women, all seemingly more than 75 years old. All my four-day trip with my
wife to Komagane Highlands in Nagano prefecture were ruined by their clattering,
chattering, irritating noises. They talked about everything and anything.
Things they saw, things they bought, things they missed, things they ate, places
they visited, and all the other things in the world.
The irritation continued during the hour-and-a-half
bus ride, supper and breakfast times, coffee times, at the corridors and the
hotel lobby. They monopolized the bus and the hotel. Other customers, I believe,
were totally annoyed by them.
They were nuisance; they were the enemy of peaceful
society; they destroyed the quiet atmosphere. The merrier they were, the more
irritated I became. I hated to get on the bus with them. I dreaded to eat
supper in the dining room with them. I was unable to read a newspaper at the lobby.
The trip over, I am so relieved. Without
them, the world is filled with tranquility. I have got back on my feet.
None of them
realized even a bit that I was so annoyed.
Damn them.