What is the worst sound evar?
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Once upon a time, I was escaping my girlfiend’s bedroom poste haste, as I heard her Father racing down the hall toward her door.
Jeans at ankles, mind you, I dove out the “single hung” window. I must have bumped it hard because the uppper dropped on my back leaving me half in and half out of it.
Scariest sound evah? Hearing him Laugh, and then the Very Recognizable snick of a switchblade…..
“SNICK!”
Happy ending was he just stuck me in each cheek about a 1/2″ depth, yelled a bit and told me I had best wait until we were married, or next time it wouldn’t be butt cheeks.
I was married to her for 13 years……..
Nastiest sound in the world?
” … Let me be perfectly clear …”
Hillary reciting a poem in a southern accent. Or screaming about patriotism.
Uhbama in full bray.
The alarm that goes off when a heartbeat flatlines.
A pump shotgun in a dark hallway.
mojo, that depends on which end of the shotgun you’re on.
But I gotta go with gezerette; they don’t call Hillary “America’s Ex-Mother-in-Law” for nothin’. And MY ex looks more like her every day.
Any woman saying “We need to talk.”
Aside from the smartass stuff such as being called late to dinner or “Not tonight; I have a headache,” the sound which bothers me most is a child screaming. Triggers some atavistic primordial reflex deep in my limbic system which translates to a red-hot vibrating cannonball in my gut. Just can’t handle it.
Adult woman screaming is entirely different somehow, causes me to want to go investigate and render assistance if I can, but a child’s shrieking makes me need to murdify somebody, savagely, immediately, whether the reason for the scream is fear, surprise, or delight . . . just can’t stand it. MUCH prefer the nails on the chalkboard.
A couple of other bad sounds, both of which are much worse when the light is off and you’ve just cozied down under the bedcovers:
Mosquito whining. You know it’s going to get you, but you will slap yourself silly first trying to kill it.
Cat retching. You know that as you get up to hunt for the light switch, you’re going to step in it with your bare feet.
I vote for the sound of nothing happening when you turn the ignition key.
The sound of a knife cutting styrofoam will throw a kink in my back.
The screams of the unborn dying.
Nope, not gonna click the link.
It takes time but I’m learning to understand the warnings.
I’ll have to agree with Bocopro, except from the bachelor perspective with no impulse to provide a remedy, just to tell the parent their child is broken, fix it.
Also your climbing rope whizzing through the anchors as you realize your belay person is not where they should be.
That only happened once. Just once.
Two sounds which put all my systems into DefCon I both come from my wife. The first is “Putangina!” and the other is “Where’s my ______”
One alerts the household that someone is in deep kimchee and very likely about to endure deep and lingering pain of yet unannounced variety. The other promises lengthy and frustrating search for misplaced glasses, keys, purse, ID, checkbook, watch, ring, pills, credit card, cellfone, remote, earrings, or coffeecup.
Farkle!!
Opera. More specifically, bel canto singing, but the ludicrous plots, half-witted men, and histrionic women don’t help. That’s if you can even figure out what they’re screeching and bellowing about.
How do I know this? I have a half-Italian mother. The wrong half, apparently.
Y’mean besides rap music, right?
Okay,
• The sound of waves lapping against rocks in the middle of the night that seems closer than when you dropped anchor.
• When you don’t quite get the TR-6 into reverse, and it •thunks• out of gear.
• The *screech* of a Harley’s rear wheel locking up as you panic brake for the jackass who pulled out in front of you.
• The *clack* of a golf ball on tree trunk when trying to make it through a gap between two trees.
• Pelosi (you know … Mrs Mudd)
What logdog said.
No Pojee for that comment, that’s for sure, Boco.
Peggy (10),
If you hear the mosquito, it’s male, and not going to bite you. It’s only the female, whose physiology allows her to fly silently that gets you.
Sleep well!
The sound of tires sliding on ice.
The thump of the deer you almost missed.
Have you ever heard a deer scream when a pack of wolf are attacking it? No– than you don’t ever want to.
Hands down …crying baby on an airplane
Justin – Why thank you!!! :D
Geezerette – Eeeee. That sounds just horrid. An injured rabbit cry sends chills up my spine, but I’ve never heard anything like that come out of a deer.
PeggyU the first thing I tho’t of was the rabbit. But after hearing the deer and the wolves it was way worse. Along with knowing you can’t do anything about it when you hear it.
Wolf # 1 :) musta been worth it. Or was it?
Debbie Wassertwatz Slutz
Two sounds:
1. The sound of wind going over your wings & fuselage—–when the engine quits at 16,000 feet, or worse, at 1300 feet!!!! (…heard both….)
2. The sound of 85mm anti-aircraft schrapnel hitting your F4B Phantom over enemy territory; sounds like a hunnert rocks thrown at thin metal… (…one *rock* that came thru the left side of the cockpit, sheared off both throttles, on its way outside of the right side of the cockpit…) This *sound* was quickly stored in the 2nd drawer, because explosive cockpit decompression took 1st place–in my top brane cabinet drawer…
A very close runner up to number 2 = The Commanding General yelling out to his Chief of Staff: “Send Colonel J in!”
Even our worst sounds are as interesting as the people who write about them.
Good one Sondra– um and no I wouldn’t taste that nor smell it(on purpose) if asked.
The sound of a knife scraping scorched tomato soup out of a pan.
I almost said something still classified… Damn tbd….. Hi Everbodies! Squirrel!
I’m a bit late with this but just tho’t of one from when I was a little girl during the war when we’d hear the siren and had to run around the house turning off all the lites pull the shades and hide in under the bed. No father at home he’s far away fighting in a war– just me,my younger brother and our mom and you’re too young to understand “What the hell is going on?”