The other day there was a guy on the L talking on his cell phone. Unfortunately, this is not really a rare event. However, most conscientious daily L riders try to hide the fact that they are using their phone. It is like they know that they are being the annoying L rider that they love to hate. Then there are the novices--those that are finding public transportation for the first time. He was one of them. He was on the L talking as loud as can be about how unbelievably crowded it was in the L. (It was the kind of crowded where you hope everyone is Sure!) He talked about how strange it was to be on this packed L while on his phone.
His friend must have asked him if he was getting dirty looks from people – he dumbly replied no. Apparently he didn’t see everyone staring at him in disbelief and rolling our eyes. He just kept right on talking. He thought it was funny that everyone could hear his conversation – yes, he actually said that. It was almost a surreal phenomenon to know that others were listening. He talked about his weekend plans. He apologized for missing a phone call. He talked about how he needed voice mail. How it drove everyone crazy that he didn’t have it. (He must be a popular guy). His sister is mad, because he doesn’t have voice mail. He wasn’t sure why he never set it up. I mean, “…it is as simple as going to the Cingular store.” On and on he went.
Thankfully, the announcement came up that we were at Belmont and I jumped off the L. Didn’t care that the early train switch would slow me down a bit. Just wanted to get away from the incessant chatter.
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