Today I had the pleasure of taking Hubby’s car in to have a few tweaks done to the rotors. I was prepared to spend at least two hours in the walk in freezer waiting area. I had a book and I had my Kindle, in case I finished my book. As y’all know, I prefer actual paper over electronic when it comes to reading material, but I couldn’t make up my mind on what other book to take so I took the Kindle because it had a variety from which to choose.
Thus endeth my justification.
So, I hand over the key and decide to go watch a trainwreck for a bit. Maury was on. I enter the waiting area to find a gentleman sitting across from the TV, managing his phone and his iPad thingy. He looks up and sees me and asks if he can change the channel to a less vomitous fare. I acquiesce, and proceed to take out my book and reading glasses (sob), and lose myself in the tale of intrigue.
I was lost exactly three minutes.
The gentleman finished managing his phone and turns to me to tell me how much he loves texting. When I say he loves it, I mean it. He LOVES it. He proceeds to tell me how handy it is to use when he wishes to tell his boss he isn’t going in to work (so that he doesn’t have to fake a cough on the phone). He prefers to do his break-ups over text so he doesn’t have to hear the “Did I do something wrong?” or the “Is it me??” whining from women (his words). He really enjoys the short messaging that forces people to be concise and devoid of any emotion when communicating.
He spent an hour talking to me in the most animated way about how he hates talking to people because they are emotional and needy. He spent an hour talking to me after his keys had been returned and he had paid for the services. And not once did he see the irony in the conversation. It’s a bit sad that all I had to contribute to the conversation were monosyllabic answers and a few nods of the head. But that was all I could get in, really. He finally noticed the time and bid me a farewell, and left to go back to work. I sat there in the now-silent waiting area and felt like I was on a flat sea. I can’t imagine feeling about human interaction the way he does. I hate texting. There is no emotion in it, and it’s not like you can imagine hand gestures and loud exclamations with a smiley face. And I need the hand waving and loudness, believe me.
I thought about that as I held up my book to avoid eye contact with the new customer who came in. I was justified, since she changed the channel to The View. And there is just so much human interaction I can take from that 😀
September 22nd, 2015 at 4:59 PM
I too dislike texting. I have managed to train offspring to call me. If you ignore text and pretend you don’t know how to reply they get desperate and resort to voice 🙂
I feel your pain regarding reading glasses, I turned 50 last year and my eyes just went bad, all of the sudden. I can’t read labels at all and most fonts I need glasses. so I spend most of the day at work putting on and taking off the glasses. I finally understand how handy those glasses that the ME on CSI NY had would be.
September 22nd, 2015 at 5:10 PM
My kids haven’t accepted my dislike yet. And I am too weak to ignore. AND DON’T GET ME STARTED ON MMS!!!
I need vodka now.
September 22nd, 2015 at 11:27 PM
But you always need vodka.
Or wine.
September 23rd, 2015 at 8:57 AM
HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Maybe 😀
September 22nd, 2015 at 7:04 PM
You’re telling me you couldn’t have driven him away with some improv raving about something on the spot? YOU??
September 22nd, 2015 at 8:39 PM
Oh sure…. but it being Yom Kippur I figured I would fast verbally.
September 30th, 2015 at 9:06 AM
I had something similar. I poked my head into a co-worker’s office to ask him how he’s doing (2nd round of chemo started a couple of weeks ago) and got treated to a 45-minute rant of how he has too much work and not enough time. O.o Umm, let me let you get back to that. Really.
September 30th, 2015 at 7:26 PM
That reminds me… You never answered my last text. 😀
October 7th, 2015 at 9:59 AM
Better check again, because I do remember congratulating you 🙂