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It’s a Quebecois Francophone!
A phone *booth*. A booth. Because telephone conversations were once regarded as a private interchange between two people. Now people walk down the street alone, yelling and gesticulating wildly at some phantom voice plugged into their brain. And everyone seems to want to share their one side of a conversation with any and all who happen to be in earshot. Nothing like standing in line at Starbucks in the morning listening to everyone talking to no one you can see. creepy.
JWM
“Nothing like standing in line at Starbucks…”
I did that once, about 10 years ago, at an airport, cause I was bored.
And I seriously needed a mud.
But I got dirt.
A $3 cup of burnt to death dirt.
One sip and then straight into the shitcan.
Not even close to being drinkable.
Prior to that the worst coffee I ever had was still 10X better than that shit.
I just don’t get it, any more.
Any of it.
You know what I mean.
1/2 this planet is out of it’s collective mind.
PA cat: more like a FAGophone.