Some simple questions have absurdly obvious answers.
While on my evening walk at Lake Harriet, I felt a steamy, sweaty presence plod up behind me. And, as if scripted to be annoying, just as I could almost feel her wheezing pants on the back of the neck, she blurts out: “Can you hear me?”
Started, of course, I spin around to let her know that, yes, indeed I can hear you. Instead I see the voice staring into a cell phone, yelling again: “Can you hear me?”
This followed again, almost immediately: “Can you hear me?”
And again: “Can you hear me?”
This sequence took a matter of seconds and yet the poor overly exerted walk-jogger had barely kept pace with my casual stride, so that she was right up along side me when I had the thought to stick out my leg and trip the old girl. I didn’t, of course. Not only would that have been rude, but she was moving too slowly to be tripped. It would be kind of like sticking your leg out as you pass a haystack and expecting it to fall over.
But I did want to clobber her nonetheless and this urge was more difficult to control. I mean let’s face it…if you have to ask “Can you hear me” four times, it is likely the answer is self-evident. The answer is: “No!”
God, I hate cell phones. Unless I need one.