Talking on the phone is close to the top of my short list of things I detest doing. People who walk around and jabber incessantly into a cell phone amaze me. Don’t even get me started on ring tone sound pollution!
However. If I zap myself into “listening writer” state — admittedly out of self defense when I am pumping gas, food shopping, or walking down the sidewalk in town — those loud cell phone talkers, seemingly oblivious to others around them, provide some rich word scraps; fodder for the brain barn.
“He wants me to stop doing my pills and smoking crack, but he won’t
stop smoking weed. He says weed isn’t a drug, ’cause it’s natural.
Well, cocaine is natural, too.”