I know that we’ve all gotten used to being around people talking on their cell phones. Maybe we are even guilty of carrying on a conversation while at the grocery store or while pumping gas (although I hear that can make your car blow up…)
Still, it was everything I could do to not get up and bitch slap this woman who walked into a so-quiet-you-could-hear-a-pin-drop doctor’s waiting room, cell phone clamped to the side of her head. She was yapping at top volume to a friend who is obviously going through a divorce: “Oh absolutely! It’s a community property state! You totally get half! Well you need to get access to his accounts! Oh, there’s no way he’s going to hide behind the corporate veil! What’s the mortgage payment?! Well he needs to pay for that!!!” I could not hear all of the eye-rolling over her yammering snark disguised as support, but I could sure see it. She was so loud that she even drowned out the heavy sighs and the fake clearing of the throats.
How can anyone be so obtuse as to not realize the whole waiting room is staring at them and irritated? How can anyone be so self-centered as to not even wonder if they are disturbing the people around them with their loud and very personal conversation?
The only reason I did not smack her (or at the very least give her a “Hey, do you mind taking your call outside?”) is because she was pregnant. Not because I was particularly worried about her delicate condition, but I know enough not to mess with a pregnant woman. They’re crazy.