ME: Hello?
WOMAN IN WEST VIRGINIA: Mike, is Lena there?
ME: I think you have the wrong number.
WOMAN IN WEST VIRGINIA: Will you tell her that I called?
ME: I can't. Because I don't anyone named Lena.
WOMAN IN WEST VIRGINIA: Right.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Light Rail Tales
Among the things I noticed while riding the light rail tonight:
- The driver likes to throw people from their seats forward into the backs of other seats. He achieves this by slamming on the brakes at awkward moments. The train stops. You lurch forward. You hit the person in front of you. It happens to everybody. Then you have to apologize to everybody else.
- At least one person on board is consistently pecking away on his or her Blackberry. Tonight it was a woman. Her head was looking down at it and her hair fell around its sides as if to give her some extra privacy. I never saw her face.
- Me to the woman who had just ridden the elevator with me: "Wow, it really smelled like bleach."
Woman: "That's because people pee in there."
Me: "Oh."
- There was a homeless guy who had just gotten off the elevator as I was getting on. We passed. As he shuffled by, he looked up from behind his scraggly grey hair and fixed his sad, tired eyes on mine. He opened his mouth and said "Mraaaahhh." I don't know what that means.
- The driver likes to throw people from their seats forward into the backs of other seats. He achieves this by slamming on the brakes at awkward moments. The train stops. You lurch forward. You hit the person in front of you. It happens to everybody. Then you have to apologize to everybody else.
- At least one person on board is consistently pecking away on his or her Blackberry. Tonight it was a woman. Her head was looking down at it and her hair fell around its sides as if to give her some extra privacy. I never saw her face.
- Me to the woman who had just ridden the elevator with me: "Wow, it really smelled like bleach."
Woman: "That's because people pee in there."
Me: "Oh."
- There was a homeless guy who had just gotten off the elevator as I was getting on. We passed. As he shuffled by, he looked up from behind his scraggly grey hair and fixed his sad, tired eyes on mine. He opened his mouth and said "Mraaaahhh." I don't know what that means.
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