I was in a drive through lane at the bank today when I noticed that a woman in the SUV next to me was having a hard time with the pneumatic tube mechanism. Yakking away on the cell phone in her left hand , she was reaching across her body with the right through the window trying to reach the machine. But her arms just weren’t long enough.
So she opened the door, leaned out and tried once again. With left hand and phone glued to ear, she rotated until she almost had a hand on the tube. Then, completely unbalanced, she fell out of her vehicle into an icy puddle. Amazingly, she didn’t drop the phone. After shaking herself off, she climbed back in—still with the phone to her ear—and tried again, this time making the grab. (Why she didn’t get the plastic torpedo while she was out of the vehicle anyway is baffling).
I couldn’t resist. I rolled down the window on the right side and shouted. “You know, it would be easier if you stopped talking for a while.”
The lady (and I use the term loosely) looked at me and then cut loose with a string of expletives that would make a teenager blush. I can only imagine what the person on the other end of the line was thinking.
Then she drove off, making a left hand turn across five lanes of busy traffic.
Still talking on the cell phone.