My personal version of hell involves being trapped in an over-crowded, fluorescent lit, perfume and make-up section of a department store while being spritzed against my will to overly amplified techno beats. A dialed down version of that involves being stressed while driving and not being able to turn off the radio. So, in other words, sensory overload, with the worst offender being sound.
Cue the toddler screeching. Cue the mother needing massive amounts of vino.
No comments:
Post a Comment