For some reason or other, I have a knack for making involuntary, interrupting noises in situations when one should otherwise be quiet. More than once I've inexplicably needed to sneeze when a professor is waiting for someone to raise their hand and comment or answer a question. My stomach has been known to grumble at similar moments. There's also the odd yawn or two that have definitely earned me a death glare from a rightfully frustrated prof. These sounds aren't always biological. Often, it might be a trip or the dropping of an object or a whole tray of food in the middle of the dinning hall, but who notices that?
I can recall two instances today where such involuntary sounds were produced by me. The first was in the movie theater. My friend and I thought we would be incredibly devious and go see a movie at 5pm on a weekday! Once we got over the fact that we were actually incredibly pathetic for thinking we were in any way B.A.s, we went to get dinner. Being that we needed packable foods we could sneak into the theater, I went for carrot sticks and celery. Bad move. There's nothing quite a deafening as the crunch of produce whole opening credits are rolling by. The second instance was, of course, in the library. When I got up from a long while of reading (a good half an hour!) my chair screeched outrageously loud and long as I stood to leave.
Cinema and library; the two places that have explicit signs asking for your quiet. I just need to find some places of worship and I'm set. Maybe a funeral for good measure.
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