Ah, please put down your phone

We have a filer that comes into the office to update the SEC code books. She is sitting in the conferance room across from my office door, and she's been on her cell phone for the past 3 hours, since 9am this morning.

 

Not that I like to stereotype people, but I get a kick out of stereotypes living up to their stereotypes. B and I were once driving up Wisconsin Avenue when we spotted two Hispanic guys riding a moped. The guy driving the moped dropped the other one off at the bus where there was a pick up truck with more Hispanic guys in the truck bed waiting for him. I almost clapped my hands in appreciation of the scene. How can you miss two fat guys riding up a steep hill on a moped?

 

Snippets from her cell phone conversation, and that's if she not listening to her ipod instead:

"She's like a Lane Bryant big. 14 plus. And I'm not saying thick. She's like big and rotund. And not really my heiiight, Cause I'm like a small, medium height, but you know, It's not anything not ordinnaray, but not my height."

 

"I'm not saying nothing. but you are...where are you? ...See you way out there and I'm here and I ain't going way out there. I don't even mean it like that, but I do. It's a trip and two."

 

"I'm just trying to say, sometimes I want to be at my place and sometimes I just don't feel like being there at all. Like Last friday, all I wanted to do was be home, and like last night. I couldn't even stand it....what? What are you talking about? Are you even listening to what I am deciphering to you?"

 

Meanwhile DT walks into the conferance room, an attorney from North Dakota, as white bread as it gets, calmly enacts the no see, no hear policy and checks out a book on mortgage lending.

 

"If we are having a serious discussion, I'm sorry to be joking, Hello? Hello? I have no right to be dissing the seriousness of your points. Hello? Hello?"

 

I hate Mondays.