Tonight on the train, I won the grand prize and got to listen as two youngsters loudly chatted and flirted all the way to the Damen stop. The male in the duo even had the gumption to take a cell phone call on the train (pointless. pointless. and more pointless). How popular am I? So popular I have to answer every single call, regardless if I can hear the person calling, they can hear me speaking, or the fifty people surrounding you want to hear the half of the conversation that includes: Hello? What? I CAN'T HEAR YOU. I said...I CAN'T HEAR YOU...I'M ON THE TRAIN. I'll call you right back.
These two were already filed away in my jerk category. And then. When the guy exited the train they exchanged shaloms. Not reverent, serious greetings; more like the Hebrew version of "Aloha!"
"Shalom! I'll see you tomorrow at eight!"
"Shalom!" Does impersonation of Michael Mcconauhey waving and leaving a bongo party.
Not cool. Not. Cool.
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