|The annoying ass perp in pink.|
If you've watched the season premiere of South Park, it showed an irritated Kyle who is frustrated at Eric Cartman for having conversations on his cell phone by using his speakerphone everywhere he goes.
But while that happened in the animated television world, it happened on Saturday early afternoon when I was taking the 44 bus going northbound. When the bus was in Golden Gate Park to stop in front of the Academy of Sciences, I saw a woman pull out her smartphone and was making a phone call. All seemed normal at that point until I started hearing the automated telephone greeting through her speakerphone.
The entire back half the bus can hear the automated message on her phone and she was able to connect to a telephone operator to ask questions and get responses. To make matters even more amusing, it was a conversation with the operator that would be confidential or a private matter, such as calling your credit card company or your doctor. She continued having the conversation back and forth between the operator, and I can hear the conversation while I was listening to music with my headphones. I snapped a couple of pictures of her so I can humiliate her on my blog, Twitter, and Instagram accounts.
|Get off the bus and chat.|
Are some people so oblivious these days they'd pull a stunt like that on public transit? It's a private conversation you fool! Even the automated message on the bus reminds passengers to refrain from using their cell phones to prevent crime; it should also be a crime to yack on your cell phone with the speaker on.
After visiting Japan a few times, talking on the phone on any transit is now my pet peeve. It was blissful using the buses or trains around Osaka. I didn't have to listen to anyone else's conversations or problems. I wish that policy gets adopted everywhere.
Ha - so I was on the 38 Geary headed downtown when a teenaged girl had her speakerphone one right next to very large fellow seated. He asked her to get it out of his ear. She was utterly clueless how loud her two-way conversation was, esp. at the sleepy hour of 7am. The party she was speaking to could be heard to say, "I will take care of that complaining guy - where are you?" The complaining guy was nobody to mess with and some of us passengers would have been perfectly happy if he tossed the gal off the bus. Ironically, texting is the best thing to happen to people who prefer quiet! I'd rather see them type then hear 'em talk!
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