Two nights ago as I walked around my favorite neighborhood gas station looking for the perfect snack, I overheard a conversation which could be used for the next Verizon cell phone commercial. This woman, who had one of those hands-free pieces that made her look like she could have been working the drive-thru at the Wendy’s next door, was talking to someone about her 17-year old daughter:
“What do you mean she is over there?” … “She ain’t nothing but 17.”….“I am coming to get her right now.”….“Shit….can you hear me now? I can’t put my phone down over my ear cuz it messes up my hair….can you hear me now?” … “Dang, where’s her daddy at?”…“I am coming right now, I am waiting to get my sandwich made.”…. “I am at the gas station but I am coming right now to get her.” …“Can you hear me now…damn this phone…I can’t put the piece down cuz of my hair.”
This is the commercial which will probably never be shown but I would love to see the guy from Verizon walking through my neighborhood. I get the worst reception in this area and apparently I am not the only one.
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