I spun around thinking someone was calling me. But, nope. It was just one of those people who have earphones in and shouting into a phone mic at their chest. They were all the way across the street. You know how it is, they’ve got to make sure the whole zip code is in on the conversation — because it’s so important. Everybody wants to know about somebody’s haircut or wants to know what happened on Bridezilla last night. Good thing they’re screaming it.
The volume is like the old walkie-talkies or worse, the two soup cans tied together by string. You’d go hoarse yelling, "Can you hear me? Can you hear me?! Come in, come in.” More times than not, your brother or friend would tap you on the shoulder, “I’m right here.”