I don’t know if I’m ever going to get used to “hands-free” kits for mobile phones. I was inadvertantly fooled by a man speaking into his “hands-free” kit this afternoon. This was probably the thirtieth time this has happened o me.

I was strolling through the Century City Mall when I found myself walking towards a small, bald, jogging-suited man – probably 5’6″ or so. He looked me right in the eye and said, “Bulls***, MAN!” with a huge smile on his face, as if I had just told him something incredible. I stared at him for a second with what I’m sure was a terribly confused look on my face. Then I realized he was talking into a miniscule microphone dangling from a fishing-line-thin wire plugged into his ear.

This happened to me just a few days ago at the Coffee Bean, too. I was holding the door open for a guy walking into the store. Instead of giving me the universal “guy nod of thanks” or anything like that, he looked me right in the eye and said, “You gotta be SH***ING me!”.

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