Not to spoil the whole column, but I loved this vignette from Merry Ann Frisby: Just before I left on this trip, I purchased a new cellphone. These are complicated things, and I did not read all the literature. I wanted to take one photo of Lyle Lovett from the front row. I did this, and the phone/camera flashed. Immediately I was set upon by stealth ninja Beef-R-Us security. “No flashes!” As Mr. Beefy stood over me, I whimpered “OK, sure.” I started pushing buttons. More flashes. I tried to turn the phone off. More flashes. By this time, Beefy was clinching his fists and looking pretty upset. These days, women’s pants pockets are so shallow that you really can’t carry anything in them, so there was no way for me to pocket the phone. More flashes. I plunged the phone into the front of my white T-shirt, inserting it into my female undergarment. The result was more flashes. Beefy was not bold enough to reach into my shirt to confiscate the offending phone, so I sat there looking like a lighthouse until the battery died.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 17:54:45 +0000
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