I Hate an Incessant Chatter

I hate waking up not because of an alarm clock but by a loud voice of someone who keeps telling the same story over and over like a broken record. She is just two doors away and I can hear her recounting about the day she met her chat mate. As the next door right after mine slams, I know she has come close to my door where she is not wanted. My God! It is the same story that contaminated my last dream. I hear her mobile is ringing. She picks up excusing herself and guess what? She is repeating the same story to the caller. Well, I might as well have brunch. She has put the phone down now.

“Where are we?” she asks as I gobble up my food. I can hardly hear the soft voices of others. Just hers.

She never tires telling her chatroom experience to people. She is very inconsiderate. I work graveyard Saturday evenings and I always am awakened by her awful voice on a Sunday.

“I was told that a Japanese couple complained about my being a noise,” she tells them of the spa she and her chat mate have gone to.

Well, I am not surprised.

It is time to go back to sleep. Sunday is when I try, if I can, to compensate for the sleep that I don’t get enough for the rest of the week.

Time flies fast.

Evening is here and here I am, awakened again by the same f… voice. WTF!

I am about to finish brushing my teeth; she is at that patio narrating the same experience to the landlady who prods her to.

It is time to sleep again. I have to wake up 2AM tomorrow.

The story she’s saying is not a happy one. So like yesterday and today’s, tomorrow will be another story of her online chats and eyeballs in her quest for a Man.