You know the type. The dreaded loud commuter.
He's the guy sitting in the Quiet Zone on a rammed rush hour train (back when going outside was still A Thing We Did). He's roaring into his phone at a work colleague with...
You know the type. The dreaded loud commuter.
He's the guy sitting in the Quiet Zone on a rammed rush hour train (back when going outside was still A Thing We Did). He's roaring into his phone at a work colleague with...