CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- Seriously? How bad was she hurt?
Pffft. That's nothing. Not even as bad as ... Exactly. That's what I was thinking.
Downtown. That coffee place. Where the big guy. Thing in his ear.
Yeah? Well, get this. I was reading my assignment one last time before I hit send and I hear this nails-down-a-chalkboard voice, all F-this and F-that. Didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.
Hang on. I gotta take this.
OMG! I can't believe you're calling right now. Guess who I'm on the phone with.
No, sorry, I can't talk louder. Some hag's giving me stink-eye already.
Was that one-sided conversation starting to annoy you? It was sure bugging me. I was the hag giving the stink-eye. It happened when I was at a coffee shop trying to read, as were a few others seated nearby, when a college-age girl plopped down in our midst and began conducting a series of calls on her cell. To her credit, she was not talking loudly, yet she couldn't have been any more distracting if she'd been speaking full volume.