As summer ends and the cooler weather is around the corner, we will gradually see our streets loosen from the strangle-hold of bad cell-phone behaviors.
from my flickr
Until then, we still have senior citizens to protect us. They have no qualms whatsoever about telling people off. Walking on 9th Ave around 14th Street, there's a typical MePa dude on his cell phone, greased hair flopping into his sunglasses (cloudy day), letting his big dog take a huge steaming dump against a planted tree.
The old lady, elegantly dressed and taking no shit, says, "Could you do that in the curb please?"
Cell-phone guy says, "Sure," and does nothing.
The lady and I exchange a mutually exasperated look. I say, "He's too busy on his cell phone."
"Oh, right," she says, "too busy trying to decide between whole milk and skim milk. We have to hear the most inane conversations! Whole milk or skim milk, I heard him say. So stupid. Once, I saw a girl on her cell phone and tears were just streaming down her face. And I thought, Oh dear, she's been dumped on a cell phone!"
The lady laughed uproariously at the thought and said, "They do everything on these phones! Hello? Your father has died. Can you imagine?"