I have been taking the bus a bit more lately, don’t ask me why. Recently, I sat next to a dapper-looking young man, who was talking loudly on his cell phone.
This is a post about relationships. Sometimes relationships break up, and we just don’t know why. I know I have a tendency to blame myself.
But something tells me that when a relationship breaks up for this young man on the bus (and trust me, it will happen) he should blame himself, but won’t.
Here we go—overheard on an Ottawa bus:
Did you really check the web site? … Did you check the web site? …No really check it. I don’t believe you. …Did you type in “Sri Lanka”? …S-R-I-L-A-N-K-A. It’s not coming up?… “Sri Lanka” is two words, stupid. … (longer pause)…Wow, that was, like, totally unnecessary. You shouldn’t talk to me like that … ok, so go to Bloomberg.com… Bloomberg.com… are you there? I need you to read me that article. … Well how am I supposed to know it if you don’t read it to me? …I really need to know this. … (long pause as apparently she reads him an article) … What do I think of you? We’re good friends … ya, we’re good friends. …Oh no no no. I won’t categorize. … we won’t be categorized. …
Best wishes to you, my friend, in your future romantic endeavours.
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What a charmer! Did you get his number?!
I don’t like you airing out my private business on here.
That’s cute. Yes, any conversation loud enough to be overheard on a *noisy* city bus is of course *very* private. We all know that. I frequently find myself wondering why people can’t be private more quietly. I must be getting old.
For the intelligence level of cell-phone conversations I am forced to endure, that is about par for the course. I don’t have cell phone. Don’t want one. I am either too old, or too smart for that. You be the judge. Clue: We have been happily married for more than 50 years, and we were not married in our teens.