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Talking While Walking

I was walking the dogs this evening. A lady walked toward me, on the phone, and said, "Where you at?"

I refused to be fooled. There once was a time, before the personal cell phone revolution, while walking on a street, minding one's own business, that one would give a wide berth to someone talking to no one in particular. Asking "Where you at?" was one of those things said back in the day that would pique my interest and cause me to swing wide of the person.

But with everyone having at least one cell phone permanently cemented to one ear, that's just part of the conversation; and people who are talking to somebody not present in our universe blend into the local imagery.

And then I was forced from my daydream by this lady, now stopped, looking at me, phone to ear, "6th Street? 6th Street?" She eyed me, waiting, then said, "6th Street?" not in the form of a question; but I had the idea she was talking to me. I said, "No." And she said, apparently into the phone still attached to her ear, "Now I'm getting somewhere."

And she demanded, "What then?" Perhaps, she had not talked to a real person in quite a while. Perhaps, she had no manners. Perhaps, it was a combination of both; but I decided she wanted to know where she was -- "West 9th. You're on West 9th."

"9th! 9th!" she yelled into the phone.

I was, at that point, hoping that her ride was driving up and down East 9th looking for her.

Posted by Bill at January 14, 2013 05:04 PM