Next to a person texting with a dumb phone, slowly and methodically entering text in that way where three clicks and beeps gets you to the letter C, et cetera. Not irritating unless in the hands of someone who pecks at the buttons like a yardbird on quaaludes.
Behind a soon to be screaming, angry and fussy baby.
In a plane so hot you can practically see the little waves if heat radiating off of everything.
We held the doors for a man dressed like the Crocodile Hunter.
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