On Thursday April 14th I was at my gym being punished by my trainer, Garland. My Face Book friends know that I complain about the pain he inflicts every time I train with him. Nothing however, could prepare me for the pain I endured (self inflicted) after our training session yesterday.
As I was exiting the building, there was an older woman standing by the front door staring down at her cell phone. Not an unusual sight by any means. I’d bent down to adjust my shoelace when the call caught my attention. The woman standing there was on speaker with a female friend heretoafter referred to as BFF.
The conversation went something like this:
Gym Lady, “Girl, that was some static, I don’t know what happened with all that noise, umm.”
BFF replied, “I know, you were there, then you weren’t. Was it your phone or mine?”
Gym Lady, “Girl, I don’t know. I never had a bad call like that before. Hmm.”
BFF, “Don’t I know. You was chatting and then, BAM, gone.”
Gym Lady, “Fer Real. It was like nothing I ever dealt with before. Crazy.”
BFF, “That’s for sure, crazy, jacked up noise, hurt my head.”
Gym Lady, “I know that.”
BFF, “What you think was the problem?”
Gym Lady, “I don’t know, just talking and then you was gone.”
BFF, "True, I was just a chatting and realized that noise had cut us off.”
Gym Lady, "Fer Real.”
By now, I was curious to see what conversation had been disconnected. It sure was causing the Gym Lady to shake her head. I had time to spare, so I sat on the bench next to her and pretended to play games and to Face Book on my phone because I truly was intrigued. Maybe they were spies and waiting for a clear line to drop some secret coded message. What was the lost conversation that caused so much consternation? I listened a bit more.
BFF, “You ever have this problem before?”
Gym Lady, “No, I thought it was your phone.”
BFF, “Ununh, I never have a problem. It must be your service.”
Gym Lady, “Girl, I ain’t never had something like that happen. My service is jest fine.”
BFF, “Well, it must be yours because I never had that problem until you called me.”
Gym Lady, “Now don’t blame that racket on my phone. You prolly have ATT and you know they say they is just plain bad service.”
BFF, “Girl, you know I have Verizon, same as you.”
Gym Lady, “Well, it was some noisy racket. Almost broke my ear, still ringing.”
BFF, “Don’t I know. Mmmm. Never hear that noise before.”
Gym Lady, “Fer Real.”
BFF, “I mean, you were just gone, Bam, just gone. I’m talking and you were just gone.”
Gym Lady, “Ummm, was there like a clicking before it dropped?”
Finally, Gym Lady was going to trouble shoot the problem. I kid you not this was already five minutes of banal discussion. I was hooked! It was compelling, I couldn’t leave. I had to know, what the dropped call was about. Perhaps they were discussing their hats for the Royal Wedding. Maybe they were going to be driving the get-away car for a bank heist. Maybe????
BFF, “Umph, no, just that screech and I kept talking, you were gone.”
Gym Lady, “Shame you kept talking maybe you coulda heard some clicking or something.”
BFF, “I don’t think there was clicking, just that noise. Never had that happen before.”
Gym Lady, “Well, it was fer real, real bad, I mean fer real.”
Dear Lord, I had to go. This conversation about nothing was headed nowhere fast. I got up and walked to my car and drove past Gym Lady and she was still in deep conversation, no doubt about the dropped call. I wondered if they every wended their way back to the purpose of the initial call or finally shook their heads and said goodbye. One thing I’m pretty clear about, I’ll never get those 10 minutes of my life back. Fer Real!
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