Conversations with oneself in Spanish
Another installment in my week of crazies:
As I board the southbound Red Line to work on a Monday morning, I hear a woman jabbering away. Sounds like she's on a cell phone.
But no.
This attractive woman, who looks like she's dressed for work, is holding a running conversation with herself -- in Spanish. And darnit! I don't know how to speak Spanish.
This startles many passengers, enough so that it drove one couple off the train, and they moved up to another car!
The conversation with herself ended at Belmont. Maybe her alter ego got off the train at that stop?
I had one of those yesterday, northbound on a 148. Only she was speaking English. And using a lot of hand gestures.
Posted by: Cheryl | May 12, 2005 at 09:25 AM
When I lived in SF in particular, I always had to make sure that someone I thought was crazily talking to herself wasn't actually on a hard-to-spot hands-free set for the cell phone. Now when I see people walking around, talking to apparently no one at all, I know they are 1 of 2 types: hands-free or sanity-free.
I thought that was a hilarious joke when I first came up with it.
Posted by: Kristine | May 12, 2005 at 09:41 PM
With the new bluetooth/wireless phone technology, it's getting harder and harder to tell who is actually crazy and who is just carrying on a cell phone call.
Posted by: Michael | May 17, 2005 at 12:18 PM