Everything echoes in this building. This wouldn't be such a problem if my coworkers were like normal people, but they're not. The women all wear shoes whose heels, I swear, must be made out of snare drums and cymbals because every time one walks down the stairs, it sounds like a herd of zebras stampeding through the lobby. And then of course comes the laughter. I can't imagine what's so funny that everyone in back guffaws like hysterical baboons every day, but whatever it is needs to be shut down. The only person in the world allowed to sound like that is Whoopi Goldberg and even then only when she's playing a sassy hyena.
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