La ferme! Ou bien pour dire autrement, Ferme-la!

Ta gueule ! ou simplement, tais-toi. Fous-moi un peu la paix.

Shut up ! Or rather, S. H. U. T. U. P. !

I want to turn and viciously say it to the obnoxious, loud, grating, porcine woman with the piercing nasal voice walking up and down the aisles of the store talking on a cell phone. Shut up! Stop! It annoys me no end when strangers afflict me with their petty, meaningless conversations carried on one-sided, by cell phone, while they are in line near me, or walking anywhere near me, or sitting anywhere near me. LAISSE-MOI TRANQUILLE! Leave me alone. Go somewhere private to talk loudly on your cell phone… and not to your car to drive around talking on the cell phone. Grant H. and his wife were killed by a woman distracted by talking on her cell phone, going through a stop sign, all blithely chatting away. I excoriate the practice. I need to get a cell phone soon, though.

Le silence éternel des espaces infinies m’effraie.

— Pascal