I made a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home. But that’s not really an important part of this story. Nor is the fact that I couldn’t find a block of parmesan cheese or the fact that generic shredded parmesan cheese costs the same as name brand.
In fact, much of this story is unimportant.
But back to what I was telling you. I was in the grocery store, rounding the frozen food aisle and headed towards the cheese section when I was nearly run over by a woman’s grocery cart. I made eye contact with her and she made eye contact with me and she looked dead at me and said:
I’ve gotta get out of here. I think I’ve shot my wad.
It wasn’t until she walked away from me (without explaining or excusing herself) that I realized she was using one of those earphone cellphones (you know, the Fahrenheit 451 kind).
And it really gets me: that people just walk around with those things, appearing–from a distance–to talk to themselves, when in all actuality, they’re likely having a conversation with a real live person (other than themselves). But there’s no real privacy to their conversations. Holding a cell phone to your ear at least serves as a signal to others that you’re on the phone, but these hands free thingys are downright weird. There’s nothing to cue others in on the fact that, when you say things like:
I’ve gotta get out of here. I think I just shot my wad.
you’re not talking to the person you’ve nearly run over with your grocery cart. And when the person you’ve nearly run over with your grocery cart looks you dead in the eye, expecting an apology or explaination, you’re somehow excused from speaking to them because, you know, you’re on the phone.