And there are two whistlers in my building
Piquant observation and issue of grievance of the day: Whistling.
Everyone does it.
Everyone hates it when someone else does it.
It's insidious, like a virus. Once one person starts, it seeps into the atmosphere of teh building, and before you know it, half of the building is whistling snippets of their favourite tune. Then, to your horror, you find yourself whistling along too...
I love music. I don't even mind humming. There's just something about whistling that really bothers me.
It could be the shrill nature of the sound, piercing the feeble protection of my earplugs; it could be the tendency for whistlers to 'p-phhh' sharp and flat; or it could be the fact that, in a building full of hard-working people, there is always one who thinks that his noisemaking is more important than the work of others. It's just rude.
Whistle at home, whistle in the car, but for crying out loud, keep your lips shut at work! I'm sick of Robbie Williams (no offence intended) and I don't even hear his music on the radio much anymore. Whistling is more than keeping it alive!
Is there a correlation between Robbie Williams fans and whistling, I wonder? Is there an empirical way to examine this potential relationship? And does it even matter?
Can whistling be cured, like speech impediments?
Or is it simply the sign of a happy person? Maybe that's why it's so annoying! There's nothing worse than one of those happy people who insist on trying to spread joy and happiness to others through the most irritating method known to man.
Whew. I feel better already. Maybe I won't go out and sock the whistler after all *deep breath in*