Talk Much, Woman?

April 29, 2007

On the 123 in the AM after a hellish journey from the U of A. Traffic up the ass and a stall in the right lane. Christ, you’d think the traffic gods took a dump on E-Town this morning. I’m surprised the driver and the rest of the workadays kept their shit together after waiting on Groat Road for damn near thirty minutes. All good now, it seems. 123: Tall blond mid 30’s with pack-and-a-half eyes gets on, yakking on her cell phone. I’ve got the ‘phones on and pumping the Sabbath, YET, I can hear her clearly over Iommi’s crunch. What the fuck, woman? I’m thinking, is it really necessary to have a loud conversation at 7:40am on a Wednesday? Don’t you know that fucking with Sabbath is punishable by death? Since it’s early and I’m not quite in the vein yet, I pause my music to make sure that I’m not experiencing an auditory hallucination. Yep. She’s pulling out all the stops, talking like a fourteen year old having her first sip of Electric Kool Aid. She throws out a good and loud fuck that (complete with hand waving), an obligatory and perfunctory no effen’ way, and then an entirely memorable that slippery bitch (double exclamation)!!. Such excellent phrasing. Doubly so at conspicuous volume. Slippery bitches make the rockin’ world go ‘round, I always say.

Needless to say she turns the head of every guy on the bus. The steel-toed ladies and the textile dames, to their credit, pay her no attention. Her little one ring circus continues for about five minutes before she snaps the phone shut, brushes back her dye job, and crosses her legs. I can’t tell if I’m more annoyed at her ridiculous behavior or the fact that I played right into her little game. She sidetracked me to the point wherein I actually shut off my music and listened to her shit. Hit play. Sabbath sweet Sabbath, take me outta here.

Vignette #189

2 reader comments (closed)



This definitely says something about the decay of manners in public. People seem to be in their own little worlds with ipods and cell phones. Consideration for others has gone down hill. Drivers on the phone is maybe the biggest problem. I don’t know what the solution is.

Apr 30, 2007 • 08:35



Rich, I hear you. I hate hearing everyone’s cell phone conversations. And they’re always so LOUD. Can’t stand it. Public standards in general seem to be sliding. Here’s some good ones:

* Talking during movies. * Thinking that everywhere you go is merely an extension of your living room. * Treating barristas and servers like shit; thinking it’s OK to flip out on them. * Having a very loud and personal cell phone conversation on the bus. * Eating a full meal on the bus or train. * Taking your shoes and socks off in the middle of a mall (I’m thinking Southgate with its furniture). * Wearing sweats to a restaurant.

I don’t know…I could go on.

Apr 30, 2007 • 14:03

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