I’m on the subway, iPod plugged in with rock music. My cell phone in hand as I scroll through Facebook trying to not laugh out loud at some of the silliness my friends have posted overnight in response to Astroglide <– see yesterday’s SOL18 post for that explanation, if you don’t get the reference – among other things, when I feel a gentle, but definitive tap on my shoulder.
I was deep into my personal Lip Sync Battle, giving Steven Tyler a run for his money on that high note in Aerosmith’s “Dream On” and did not appreciate the interruption. Somehow managing to not sigh loudly, I turn to a fellow commuter with a questioning look.
“Hi, I’m sorry, but I have to ask: how do you do that?”
I, of course, do not have a clue as to what the hell “that” is I am doing and state such.
Apparently, I have the ability to not just listen to my music, also but lip sync with it while simultaneously reading Facebook posts and clearly laugh at them.
Really? She’s honestly asking this, non-facetiously? I’m equally impressed and appalled at her single-mindedness that thinks this is norm.
“Multitasking?” I shrug, not getting why I am being disturbed for such drivel.
Rai, be nice to the people, don’t be a Mean Girl – I hear my work wife kvetching at me in my mind. Fine!
“No, you’re reading, laughing at what you’re reading, while lip syncing to the song and still manage to hit repeat on your iPod barely missing a beat as far as I can tell.” She states emphatically.
Uh, just how long has this women been observing me?
I am a little confused at first, but then I get it that she cannot do those things – simultaneously.
Soooo? I care because…
“If I tried that I’d either be singing the words I’m reading out loud or have to stop either lip syncing or reading.” She continued confirming my thought.
I bit back the urge of my Sarcastic Siren in me that wanted to inquire if she were capable of efficient forward motion in the midst of the consumption of Wrigley’s Doublemint. Hey, I said I bit her back, but it was a close call.
“I don’t think about it, I just do it.” I replied honestly, “Anything else?”
She shook her head in the negative and we returned to our individual, in my case multiple, pursuits. A couple of train stops later, I felt I was being stared upon. Sure enough it’s her.
“Are you even aware that you added toe and finger tapping to everything else? I mean how?”
What is with this chick? Did she not get enough attention as a child? Was she given too much?
Seriously, Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.????
At this point I most emphatically regret having given up coffee for Lent as I am on my way to work and it’s much too early for alcohol, not to mention it’s kind of – you know- frowned upon.
“Have you ever been to a live music concert?” I asked through near gritted teeth.
“Of course!” She seemed offended that such a thing -her having never attended a live concert- could be the case. I could not have cared less if she were.
“Ever notice how a drummer can play two different rhythms on each hand) with his sticks, as his feet strike a different beat on the base drum, while he take cues from – or give cues as the group lead and sings at the same time?”
Side note to say Thank you To the amazing Dave Grohl of the Foo Fighters for popping into mind and being the inspiration for this impromptu object lesson. Some of you will get the reference. Hopefully, all of you will understand the example.
“Yeah..” She nods in the affirmative, but still looks a tad confused.
“Same principle. I have no idea how drummers can do that, they just can.I have no idea why you cannot, but you can’t. I’m not special because I can. You’re not less than because you can’t. It just is. Capiche?” ” I finish.
“My dad says capiche when I’m annoying him. I’m annoying you aren’t I?”
“Why nooooooooo! Don’t let the fact that I’m about to plug back into my iPod and ignore you for the rest of my ride mean anything. It’s nothing personal, honey. Scouts Honor! Capiche?”
I bet you’ve already figured out I was never a scout, haven’t you, dear readers?
So okay – yeah, the Sarcastic Siren mode came out with that one. Enough that a guy sitting on the other side of her snorted, loudly.
I went back to what I was doing and I’ll be damned if I didn’t notice her trying to multitask a few minutes later. I shake my head sadly and ignore her.
The guy on the other side of her catches my eye and smirks in sympathy – at least I think that’s what it is– as he exits. I’m just grateful I exit in a few more stops and I can leave her to work it out for herself.
Today is Day 2 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
Come see how others are slicing it up today.