He Took It Out
Yeah. That’s what I THOUGHT it was supposed to be, too.
I guess the lady in the waiting area didn’t think so. She was yammering away on her cell phone while I sat still and tried to breathe deep. It was hard to refrain from taking her phone and beating her to a freaking pulp with it.
I was outnumbered. That’s what stopped me.
Every stinking person in the waiting area was lit up with the sickly glow of a smartphone.
Everyone but ME, that is.
I left mine in my purse. In my locker. On mute. Because I’m already tired of checking it. Because I can’t seem to stop checking it. I thought spending five hours away from it would help me.
Instead, another customer took HIS out. That’s right. He TOOK–breathbreath–IT OUT. I wanted to snatch it from him. Just let me check my messages. I’ll be quick. Five seconds. That’s all I need.
His look was NOT relaxing or zen or peace.
I cowered in the corner. Slurped my calm tea. Gnashed a raspberry between my teeth.
“Um, can you hold on a minute?……Hon, will you stop making all that noise with your spa snack? I’m trying to relax here……As I was saying……..”
Can we go anywhere to disconnect? Where do you go when you want to get away from the electronic age?