.... it's the 'one-upmanship: dB Dept.' that got to me, esp. mid-afternoon....
The 'show trudge' that's more tiring than exercising on stadium stairs, narrow(er) feeling halls starved of oxygen ('cuz they Is), and places out of reach of the HVACs' are starting to 'post-game locker room' on any suppliants' caught in the ped version of combat traffic....
Dinky rooms passed too slowly, 'lookie-Lou's' at the doorways, flesh boulders in the pitiful flow.
After too short a trudge but too much daylight spent One could almost 'see'/'sense' a tangential ragged 'plane of sound' hitting the opposite wall....
*rubbing the wall* as you pass...equally doomed dude next to "What's that about?" query over da din...
"....all those spls' are softening the vinyl wallpaper....soon 'nuff, the scorch bubbles will begin to stick to everything and one in this hallway....
Keep Moving...."
*looking like the hangin' judge mistaken for the perf....*
That's when I started to bring hearing protectors....and only took them off when I wanted to either listen, talk to, or both.
Simple, really. If it gets through the 'cans' and Still piques ones' interest, it almost might be worth the damage... ;)
WakeUp! *L*