At the back of the store. I heard a loud voice going on about something. Seriously, I perked up my ears and looked toward the front to catch a glimpse, assess, and determine if it were a situation. What I saw was a gentleman loudly talking at his phone. I use the phrase “talking at” because, really, if you are in a store you are not speaking to anyone if you have a cell-phone tethered to your ear.
I watched as he proceeded to wander around the store, never skipping a beat. He needed help with the locked fragrance case. Still on phone.
He meandered all over.
But, as I watched this, I became annoyed. Overly annoyed. He went on about a work truck mishap. He defended his side of the story. He apologized. He reconciled. He got chewed out?
Argh! How I want to know what that other side of the conversation was! I feel gypped, extorted, cheated, flimflammed, hustled, ripped-off, shook-down, double-crossed (thank you thesaurus.) I feel like I got the boring side of a really awesome knock-knock joke.