A place to sit. There is air conditioning. There are voices. There are keys tapping, boring music, and what else? –but persons staring at electronic devices. Oh yes, and I cannot leave out the snorting sound of mucous being sucked back through the nose so that it can be swallowed down a dress-shirt encased throat. It occurs to my left in a fairly even period of thirty seconds. His cell phone rings.
He answers, “Hello Kev!”
“Actually no! I am downtown now–”
His one-sided continuous discussion is loud. It is loud beyond loud. I’ve always had a theory about loud talkers in public places. –And now that it is accompanied by sucking and swallowing snot, the theory is even more solidified. The explanation into the back-research for coming to this conclusion is beyond the scope of this…whatever this is.So...
A couple sits outside. They have their sixteen-fluid ounce hot-covered beverages in hand. They both hold onto them as if they may jump off and run away at any moment. Their palaver is one of smiling and amusement at the random passerby. I can only discern the movement of their respective mouths. Whenever this happens, my brain likes to play like it’s a puppet show. I look away, and when my eyes return to their spot I find that they have vanished. A young man takes their place, looking like the student-type. He feasts on a sandwich held by a foil wrapper.
Again, but this time there is a string of them. The twang of a slow-moving country ballad is the snort’s accompaniment.
The snot swallower drops his cell phone. He has been hastily been going between this and his laptop, messaging on both. He is like the tennis ball and his devices are the players. His phone, John McEnroe, having a fit for volleying the ball into a pile of snot.
Ok, enough of him. There is more to life than a loud talking snot snorter-swallower. There is more boring music, for instance. And then there’s going home.