Monday, January 17, 2005


The airplane lands, and we're taxiing to the gate. Behind me, a guy turns on his cell phone and calls somebody. Because he's somewhat loud, I can't help but listen. Plus which, they made me turn my iPod off, so I've got nothing else to do with my ears.

During this conversation my nameless fellow passenger actually refers to the person on the other end of the line as "Woman". As in, "Woman, just come and pick me up!", or angrily, "Woman, you drove my truck! I told you not to do that!" After a short discussion about where "his woman" should park to pick him up, he ends the conversation with a "love you, sweetie" in a completely different tone of voice.