In the apartment unit directly below mine there lives a mother and her adult son. The son has this weird habit of always taking his phone calls outside.

I am not sure if he does this to get a little privacy, or if he just likes lots of space to walk around while talking. If it’s the former, he is terribly mistaken if he thinks that going outside keeps things private. Anyone with a window open can hear everything he is saying—like I can right now. His mom often keeps the windows open, so even if he doesn’t want her to hear, I’m sure she can anyway.

If he just wants more room to pace, I really wish he’d do it somewhere else. On more than one occasion I’ve almost hit him when pulling into my parking spot after work, because who expects someone to be standing RIGHT IN YOUR SPOT?? Sometimes he’s been walking S-L-O-W-L-Y up the driveway when I’ve pulled into it, meaning that I have to drive at like 1 mph to avoid running him over, because he doesn’t speed up or move out of the way when I see him.

But he always greets me quite pleasantly when I walk by, even when he’s on the phone, which makes it difficult to tell him off. So I guess I’ll just ignore this little idiosyncrasy of his and hope that I don’t accidentally run him over one day.

Posted at 6:40 PM |