Tonight, the sing-song tone of closing subway doors was distorted into the bleating sound of an accordion. It sounded real nice actually. Each time it happened it was arresting, because you've heard it by now so many times, and it never varies from that sterile "bing-bong" you expect out of everything from elevators to the deck of the star ship enterprise to the door ajar sound in your nice new car. This time though it was different. This time it wheezed its booze tears out onto the sad old plains of graffiti rubbish. Can you blame it? No, but you can certainly demand the restoration of uniformity: send that sad bastard back to the hangar.
Posted by Alan at June 16, 2007 12:49 AM