| "Oh my God," says my friend who is in his early seventies, "it was so embarrassing:
"Yesterday, I was invited to this fabulous opera at the Lincoln Center where they tell you to turn off your cell phone. The problem is that I don't know how to turn it off. All I could do was hope that nobody would call me now, knowing full well that this poor lady friend of mine calls me every evening to tell me that all is well with her...
"Of course, it didn't miss. Right in the middle of the second act -the music was so beautiful and soft that you could have heard a needle fall on the floor- the damn phone starts ringing. And you know the crazy jazz melody that I selected for my phone... I tell you: it was so embarrassing. I opened the phone and closed it right away, hoping she wouldn't call again.
"But, of course, she did call again and I didn't know how to shut up that phone. So I tried to hide it under my coat, but it still was so terribly loud. I opened and closed it again and again, but the stupid lady kept calling. And each time all the people around me looked at me, and if looks could kill I would be dead.
"The evening with my friend was pretty short after that great opera performance and I doubt that my friend will ever invite me again to any live performance." |