To the young man in Train Car # 10 Seat 3. I am writing this en route to our destination of Hue, traveling from Hanoi. You and I will by in this tiny train car with limited air flow for the remainder of day, fourteen hours in total. I’m writing this instead of napping because there is no way in hell I can drown out the noise. You see, you are snoring. Snoring is not the correct word for the horrendous sounds coming out you. It’s a growling, snorting sort of sound I can only compare to a very loud boar or warthog. I mean no offence, but I really didn’t know any human was capable of this sound. Most often I can block out others snoring by turning up my music or throwing a pillow over my head. Nothing is working. The very thought of being trapped in this train car listening to you for another ten hours is thoroughly frightening. If you don’t shut up I will slap you. And I’m not one for violence or extreme measures. So please, allow me the quiet I so rightfully deserve. I paid for this train ticket because I thought it would be more comfortable then a bus. Thank you.

Sincerely,

The passenger in Seat 4.