It’s even worse than a balloon party around here: I have to sit, stiffly cringing, awaiting a horribly loud noise, which I know beyond a doubt is coming, only I don’t know when. And every time it does, it’s going to make me flinch visibly, spill coffee, and overuse italics.
Also, the cats. They don’t have italics, or coffee, but they have the visible flinching.
