Dopp Juice Archive

I’m sitting in a public computer lab right now. Ten minutes ago, a cell phone rang and a woman answered it. While she was still in her intial greetings (“Oh, hi Sam!”), the woman beside me turned and announced, “I thought we weren’t supposed to use cell phones in here.” The woman on the cell phone, overhearing, made her way to the door as politely as possible. Just now, Ms. Critical’s cell phone rang. Loudly. She answered it, and apparently it was an emergency. In between “Oh, no!” and “Okay, just tell me what happened,” she must have realized her own hippocrisy. She quickly lowered her voice and rushed to the door. When she returned, her face was bright red, and she whispered “sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.” I think there’s a lesson here — at least for me. When you think you’re in the right, keep your mouth shut for at least another ten minutes.