006 [Voice]
[ Julian sounds irritated, and is ignoring the video function for once. The comm is picking up a lot of additional noise, generated by the sound of traffic moving in the background coupled with the chatter of the crowd Julian’s moving through. ]
I knew there was a reason I hated winter in New York. Every single damned store’s throwing out the same stupid Christmas music that everyone’s been playing for a decade, and every sales temp with a sample basket is on code red. I swear if one more idiot in a Santa hat or reindeer ears comes anywhere near me I’m gonna fucking redefine aggressive selling--
[ His voice is suddenly lost beneath the sound of a horn blaring, followed by a muffled, indistinct torrent of what sounds like a lot of swearing and some vague reference to traffic light signals. ]
--Yeah, well same to you, pal! Screw this. I hate this holiday anyway. How can any of you actually enjoy this crap? These crowds are insane, I’m out of here.
[ The sound of traffic intensifies again, and the recording clicks off. ]
I knew there was a reason I hated winter in New York. Every single damned store’s throwing out the same stupid Christmas music that everyone’s been playing for a decade, and every sales temp with a sample basket is on code red. I swear if one more idiot in a Santa hat or reindeer ears comes anywhere near me I’m gonna fucking redefine aggressive selling--
[ His voice is suddenly lost beneath the sound of a horn blaring, followed by a muffled, indistinct torrent of what sounds like a lot of swearing and some vague reference to traffic light signals. ]
--Yeah, well same to you, pal! Screw this. I hate this holiday anyway. How can any of you actually enjoy this crap? These crowds are insane, I’m out of here.
[ The sound of traffic intensifies again, and the recording clicks off. ]