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A thought struck me yesterday as I was picking up dinner. I heard a little jingle or musical cue, one that I had only heard at Starbucks. I learned it was the sound of an order notification from Food Panda, one of the meal delivery services here. It got me thinking about all the little sounds that make up our lives. Not just traffic or nature, but sounds that are very specifically tied to places. For example, in Hong Kong, the crosswalk signs/indicators also play music so visually impaired people know when it's safe to cross. It's different than the obnoxious beeping many other places employ, although it's been four years since I was in HK and I was only there briefly, so I can't remember exactly what music played.
A sound that will likely haunt my dreams, however, is the little jingle that plays whenever the automatic doors of Family Mart open. I think if I was an employee there, the sound would drive me crazy. The Tell-Tale Jingle. Ugh. Now it's stuck in my head.
Another sound that will likely haunt me is the rejected door entry sound from school. All the staff has ID badges that are supposed to swipe us in and out of the building and our classrooms. BUT they are programmed only for specific times. So if I wanted to sit in my classroom during my prep period and left to use the restroom and came back to a closed door, it would be locked because it's not my official class time. It is the most bananas system I have ever encountered. No one has been able to explain the reason for this. But the mocking sound of the rejected lock will follow me to my grave.
Oh, wait, there's the Family Mart jingle again.
A sound that will likely haunt my dreams, however, is the little jingle that plays whenever the automatic doors of Family Mart open. I think if I was an employee there, the sound would drive me crazy. The Tell-Tale Jingle. Ugh. Now it's stuck in my head.
Another sound that will likely haunt me is the rejected door entry sound from school. All the staff has ID badges that are supposed to swipe us in and out of the building and our classrooms. BUT they are programmed only for specific times. So if I wanted to sit in my classroom during my prep period and left to use the restroom and came back to a closed door, it would be locked because it's not my official class time. It is the most bananas system I have ever encountered. No one has been able to explain the reason for this. But the mocking sound of the rejected lock will follow me to my grave.
Oh, wait, there's the Family Mart jingle again.
