Friday, July 20, 2007

The scene: ten minutes ago, at the corner of Third Avenue and East 53rd Street in Manhattan.

The players: twentysomething girl on cell phone; another twentysomething girl on cell phone; fortysomething man on cell phone.

The action: our three players enter from different directions, yakking on their cell phones and oblivious to each other and pretty much everything else that isn't pressed against their ears. As I look on in giddy, this-can't-really-be-happening awe, our three players collide violently with each other at the exact same moment. To compound my joy, the man and one woman drop their cell phones, and the batteries detach.

It was a beautiful moment. The only thing that could have made it better would be if they were all carrying scissors or steak knives.

I hate oblivious idiots on their cell phones. Can you tell?