Observations made this morning during my commute: The prevalence of cell phones, and especially itty-bitty Bluetooth phone headsets, makes it tricky telling who’s nutters and who’s actually talking to a real person these days.
Then again, who hasn’t mumbled to themselves on the train for giggles and guffaws?
Well, personally, I don’t think that having a bluetooth headset is exactly proof that you’re not nutters. I hate those things.
Very true! But now it’s a lot harder being able to distinguish between the nut jobs talking to themselves and the nut jobs talking to other nut jobs.
Yes! This bothers me. Differentiating nutjobs is one of my urban survival skills.
And now if I talk to myself loudly while walking home in an iffy part of town late to ward off crazies, people just think I’m on a headset. 🙁
Who’s a nutjob, I’m no nutjob, shut up nutjob, who said that?! *proceeds to run around and slap random people with a dead fish*
[Hmmm, note to self: get a Bluetooth. Hehehe….]
Agreed. I can’t stand those things. I’ve seen people sitting in restaurants with friends, their friggin’ bluetooth crammed into their ear as if they’re so important they might get a call any second they absolutely HAVE to take. Get over yourself already.
Heck, Eugie, I’m starting to become acclimated. I saw a guy talking to himself the other day and it took me several seconds to assure myself that he had no headset on, he was really just crazy.
They are all nutters. Run! Run!
er, things good here, how about you?
Heh… A neighbor caught me talking to a cat who had *just* darted underneath a parked car. Really! There was a cat there! Honest! 😉
What’s so bad is that folks think I’m nuts when I answer them! May the blue-tooth and the lingering spirits prevail in spite of my idiocy.
Can you hear me now? *snickers and runs off*
BTW: my evil twin tagged you, you can find it on my 2/9/08 LJ entry titled I Got Tagged.