Can You Hear Me Now?
Okay.
Deep breath.
Deeeeep breath.
Don’t swear, Dot. Don’t run up and rip that thing off his ear. Don’t, for the love of all things legal, bum rush this guy and tackle him to the ground, screaming, “Why, dude, why?”
What is with the dudes, the cordless ear-pieces, and the talking in the air crap these days?
I have no problems when people talk into their cells while walking down the street. But there is something that pushes me over the edge when there is NO PHONE.
I don’t know what it is, but it bugs me.
I heard this man before I saw him.
When I looked up, he was strolling along the street, just yapping his head off. I did not see a cell phone, and at the time, had not seen his apparatus.
It is extremely disconcerting when someone appears to be talking out loud to themselves.
I felt pity, until he turned his head and it was revealed.
My best description of what I felt at that moment was cheated-irritated-upset-amused-rising-bile.
I should have just walked right up to him on his “phoneless” side and conversed with him. That should creep the b*gger out.