A Conversation on a Cell Phone

A Conversation on a Cell Phone

It was noon. There was not a cloud in the sky. Without exaggeration, it was about one hundred degrees as I stood waiting for the bus. Only a slight breeze was blowing to help give me any hint of cooling effect. I thought I was going to faint. I found a little patch of shade created by the small roof over the bus stop enclosure. A skinny man in a white shirt with a skinny black tie sat cross-legged on the two person bench inside. I might have sat beside him but there was no breeze at all inside the enclosure.

I didn't look at him as we waited. I looked at my cell phone for the time. If the bus would arrive on schedule, we would be waiting twenty more minutes. I watched the lights in the nearby intersection change for the traffic. I tried to use the power of positive thinking to attract the breezes the cars caused as they whizzed by. Moving smog was better than fresh air standing still.

I could hear the little man having a conversation on his cell phone. He was talking to someone in Washington, D.C. He was explaining that the hotels on this one street were preferable to the ones on the street where his friend was staying. He talked on and on about the different sights like the Lincoln Memorial and the Washington Monument. He laughed at some joke his friend made.

He was still talking as I saw the bus approaching. I glanced at him and noticed something interesting. He didn't have a cell phone.

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