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Ramblin's VII
by
Pat Gluck
Well, that
does it! While shopping with the wife, I noticed at
least six folks using their damn cell
fones in the store. I'm firmly convinced that this phenomenon appears to have social implications.
Those ninnies, waltzing up and down the grocery
aisles talking, probably think they are
presenting a 'cool' appearance and a
wealthier-than-thou demeanor. If they're doing so
for that reason, they've failed the 'test.' If
they're practicing their 'skills,'
hoping to irritate ME, they've succeeded 'cuz I
merely shake my head and frown when I walk
by them and hope, somehow, a little needle will pop outta their earpiece and give 'em a lance
they'll never forget!!!
But, then, I'm only a committee of one and just
last week, while having breakfast with
friends, I HAD TO make a call at precisely 9:00 A.M. I excused myself, went to an unused bench at the
front of the restaurant, and sat down in the
shadows while making my call. I wouldn't think of
dialing up while sitting at my table, nor would I
prance around where folks could observe what I was
doin'. Who knows, maybe some of them might think I
was one of their own and applaud me for
it. No, I found an isolated spot... well, almost
isolated... to dial and talk.
And, as our friend Walter Cronkite used t' say, "So
goes the world today!"
Funny how we can all criticize others but make
excuses for our own actions all in the same
breath!
And, speaking of 'regrets,' I have never owned a
convertible. Back in my day the air was
fairly clean and I could have driven along, with
hair flying, watching the sun 'n clouds and
everything else that a roof would have prevented me
from seeing. About the only thing I DO
remember is that one day, while waiting for a
traffic light to turn green, the topless car in
front of me
had an unexpected experience. The 18 wheeler,
alongside it, was well ventilated for the cargo of
cows it carried. What happened next I'll leave to the reader's imagination! My wife and I
laughed so hard I had to pull over to the curb for
safety reasons. Before pulling over, however, the
actions of the two occupants in that convertible
resembled the Keystone Cops of the '20s. I never
saw folks move that fast before! My mind, at this
very moment, relives the incident and my lament
over never having had that type car is softened
somewhat!
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