Favorite Sounds, Nonmusical Variety

• The opening of a soda can
  
• The "ffftttt" of a rotary-dial telephone, especially when dialed from a high digit
  
• The zipper on my floor-length puffy coat
  
• The snap on my green windbreaker, circa 1986
  
• The tiny bell on my keychain that my mom gave me
  
• The "thwunk" of a stapler when stapling a large amount of paper
  
• The "plink" when I pull the cord on the bus to let the driver know it's my stop
  
• The cracking when you break off part of a pappadum
  
• A train whistle
  
• The "fitzzzz" of the ramen noodles re-hydrating when hit by boiling water
  
• Bare feet on a hardwood floor
  
• The turning of the lock when Fibonacci comes home
  
• The "thwup" of the toast popping up
  
• Rain, anywhere, anytime
  
• The crinkle of the wrapper surrounding a Goetze's Bulls Eye caramel cream
  
• Skatie's laugh and Campbell's laugh—it's a tie
  
• Fibonacci, when he sings Johnny Cash
  
• The busty traffic-cop lady when she yells at tourists crossing Michigan Avenue because they don't seem to understand that that searing-red flashing-hand signal doesn't mean "Go ahead and run, you might just make it, unless you have bags from American Girl or Crate & Barrel, in which case, everyone will wait for your globular, Applebee's-eating ass to waddle along to the other side, Allah forbid that your parcels get jostled! Take your time."
  
• The "chh-chh" noise the jumbo mouthwash bottle at the gym makes when I press down on the pump and the mouthwash splashes into the Dixie cup
  
• The lint brush doing its job on a sweater
  
• The lighting of a match, especially a wooden match
  
• The "ssschssssch" of packing peanuts when my hands rummage through them
  
• When Skatie's kid calls and yells, "Zia! I lurve ya!"
  
• How when you put a dollar in the vending machine on my floor, it makes a "blong" sound that's exactly like the first note of "Sunday Bloody Sunday"