Let's Laugh - Personal Telephone Conversations in Public Places
Let's Laugh - Personal Telephone Conversations in Public Places
By: Caroline Reid
Topics: Let's Laugh
Posted by creid Tue Nov 30, 1999 00:00:00 PST
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There were probably 20 people in the waiting room when I took a friend to the doctor last week. It was very quiet. Doctor’s office visits can be nerve wracking just waiting for the unknown, whether it’s a test or test results. Besides that, it was hot outside and the air conditioning was a nice respite after walking across the parking lot. The room was understandably subdued. It was 104 outside and 75 inside!
The silence was interrupted by a very loud, “Hello.”
Everyone looked up at the same time at the same person. She didn’t even see us. Her “bug in her ear” rang. She became engrossed in what must have been a very important conversation, otherwise why would she answer it in a room full of people?
Her conversation was easily heard throughout the waiting room. We were a captive audience and it didn’t sound all that important to me – but I guess we all have a different idea of what’s important. Most of us returned to our book or magazine.
“Oh, I’m at the doctor’s office,” she said. “What are you doing?”
Silence
Then, “You’re kidding! I thought you were going to do that yesterday!”
Silence
“Well, as long as you get it put in the fridge in your garage. You know how Bob is about that. If his beer isn’t cold, he turns into a mad man. You know that! He has appeared in our kitchen unannounced and asked Jerry for a cold beer! Do not forget to put his beer in the fridge!” (Much laughing!)
Silence
“OK. Let’s do lunch one day this week. I’ll call you when I get home. We’re neighbors and we never see each other! I will call you for sure! Bye.”
Bug apparently rings again. (Thankfully, the ring is silent but the “hello” isn’t.)
“Hello. Oh, I’m waiting at the doctor’s office. What are you doing?”
Silence
“Oh, really? I have never used cheaptickets.com. I use that one William Shatner advertises. I can’t think of the name right now but I’ll call you when it comes to my mind. When are you guys leaving?”
My friend’s name was called. When we walked past her I said, “It’s Priceline.com. Tell your neighbor.”
She looked clueless and said, “It just came to me. It’s Priceline.com.”
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