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It should be obvious to any casual observer that in our culture, a crowded bus a perfectly appropriate place to have a very personal, intimate and stomach-churning conversation on a cell phone. At volume levels louder than if you were speaking to your caller face-to-face...while seated next to the speakers at a Korn concert.
I'm on the bus the other day, and it was unusually quiet for being so full; No one was talking except for a young woman of no more than 23 or so on a phone, and everyone on board could clearly hear every word she said.
She discussed, at length, and in exquisite detail, her many, many sexual adventures, her nearly complete collection of sexually transmitted diseases, for which she has decided to stop taking medication/seeking treatment, (whats the point? She'll catch them all again before the weekend anyway) how social services "took another one of my kids, again."(emphasis hers, not mine) And my personal favorite: She thinks she might be pregnant with her social worker's child.
But here comes the best part:
In full hearing of everyone, including the driver, who is only 2 seats away, she talks about how she was leaving her hotel and the counter was unattended, so she stole the entire cash drawer, not just took the money, but the entire actual drawer, and has it with her in her (babyless) stroller. Oh, yeah, and she also has a baggie of cocaine, the quantity of which I believe they refer to as "intent to traffic."
She is so loud and oblivious while having her 'private' conversation she doesn't notice the driver, less than 6 feet from her, calling this in on his radio. She also fails to notice when the bus pulls over and stops for a few minutes while waiting for the transit police and city cops to arrive.
Passengers applauded when they cuffed her.
I'm on the bus the other day, and it was unusually quiet for being so full; No one was talking except for a young woman of no more than 23 or so on a phone, and everyone on board could clearly hear every word she said.
She discussed, at length, and in exquisite detail, her many, many sexual adventures, her nearly complete collection of sexually transmitted diseases, for which she has decided to stop taking medication/seeking treatment, (whats the point? She'll catch them all again before the weekend anyway) how social services "took another one of my kids, again."(emphasis hers, not mine) And my personal favorite: She thinks she might be pregnant with her social worker's child.
But here comes the best part:
In full hearing of everyone, including the driver, who is only 2 seats away, she talks about how she was leaving her hotel and the counter was unattended, so she stole the entire cash drawer, not just took the money, but the entire actual drawer, and has it with her in her (babyless) stroller. Oh, yeah, and she also has a baggie of cocaine, the quantity of which I believe they refer to as "intent to traffic."
She is so loud and oblivious while having her 'private' conversation she doesn't notice the driver, less than 6 feet from her, calling this in on his radio. She also fails to notice when the bus pulls over and stops for a few minutes while waiting for the transit police and city cops to arrive.
Passengers applauded when they cuffed her.
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