Why doth thou taunt me so?
Yesterday afternoon. I’m hanging out at Barnes & Noble, taking a short break from the animal madness of the household (read: Let me out! Feed me kibble! Rub my belly! Give me water! Let me in! Scratch my butt!) and getting some much-needed work done. Two large Diet Pepsis into the experience, and I’m ready to check out the facilities.
I walk in and set myself up in front of the urinal, when what do I hear coming from the damned stall next to me..?
Buzz, buzz, jibber, jibber.
“No. I’m at Barnes & Noble. …In the bathroom.”
Jibber, jabber, jibber.
“Yeah. I’m talking to you, and I’m on the toilet.
Jibber, jabber, jabber, jabber.
“Well, you called.”
I ball up my free hand and shake it at the heavens. I finish up, wash, and walk out.
And as I’m leaving, the son of a bitch is still on the freakin’ phone!
Doesn’t he know what can happen?!?
Oh, no. That’s not it. Is it?
It’s cell phone karma. And the Universe? It’s just turning the screws.