I was doing a reading from my book, to a group of about seventy on Wednesday afternoon, for Edmonton's "Focus on Literacy Week", when some dumb ass' cell phone began to ring.
Ya.
The dumb ass with her purse on the table beside her, sitting in front of an audience, reading to them.
The dumb ass named Angela, that everyone was watching, as she put down her book and fumbled through her purse, frantically trying to find her phone before it climaxed to the loudest - ring and jiggle - stage.
Sheesh.
What a bum.
Where do these people come from?
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And YOU don't really have an excuse, Angela! You're not old like I am! Usually the ringing cell phone belongs to a middle-aged or older person who, first, can't locate the ringing cell phone and, second, takes forever in turning it off!
the thing is, ann, i'm pretty sure i'm a feisty 90 year old, in the body of a thirty year old. my memory is slack, i love ratty old cardigans and pairing bright orange with turquoise clothing. i don't get lipstick on my teeth, and i don't smell funny, but i do love fine china, and think your dad's nursing home sounds dreamy (minus his complaints, of course). and man, you should hear me give it to them young whippersnappers!
Don't feel too bad. That's exactly what would happen to me.
but you're a bear. you're cute and squishy and people always forgive bears and their ringing cell phones. i mean really, you have paws! i, on the other hand, do have opposable thumbs.
That's the problem though. No one takes me seriously. I try to look properly ashamed of myself, and everyone just laughs at the funny bear. It only gets worse without thumbs, b/c then you have to try to turn the phone off with your bear bottom. Do you know how many cell phone's I've had to replace that way?
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