Text Direct

images As I was crossing Fifth Avenue early in the morning, I almost collided with a Fresh Direct man and his massive cart of deliveries while he was obliviously texting.  If I hadn’t jumped out of the way, I would have been up to my ass, not to mention on it, in groceries.

“Hey, you almost hit me you know,” I said, my nostrils flaring like an irate bull.

“Oh lady, I’m sorry.  I didn’t see ya.”

“Well how could you with your nose buried in your phone?”  He was a nice looking, clean-cut Latino fellow no more than 25 wearing a very spiffy sports watch ( Hey, she misses nothing).

“What could be that important at 6:30 in the morning?”

“It’s my girl.  If I don’t answer right away, she thinks I’m not workin.”

“Well maybe it’s time you switch to someone who trusts you.”

For those of you who don’t know, Fresh Direct is like the A&P online.  You open an account, shop and they deliver.  Very big business on the Upper East Side where I live.  Of course, all these people have live-in help that can be there at that hour, or any for that matter, to put it all away.  It was never a convenient service for me since I hate waiting for anything, plus it’s gotten very expensive…the Tiffany of produce.

“Here’s something you should think about,” I said, suddenly becoming motherly.

“It’s still not totally light out.  Someone could run you over as you’re crossing the street.”

He nodded with his head down like a naughty puppy.

“Okay lady, I mean, ma’am, I’m sorry again.”  (could have done without the ma’am since now I felt like Aunt Bee).

“Alright then, ” I said, heading towards the park.  Don’t you know when I looked back, he was texting again.

Ay yi yi yi yi




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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15 Responses to Text Direct

  1. micklively says:

    I think natural selection will make the mobile ‘phone part of the human body in a millennium or two. 😉


  2. It’s gone too viral as it is there Mickster. Is it the same in Britain? Enlighten us.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    You gave him great advice, Susannah. Too bad he won’t listen and will end up finding out the hard way. Constant texting drives me nuts, but at least they aren’t shouting out personal conversations within my personal space.


  4. Elle Knowles says:

    One day he may wish he listened to you! I’m getting a little sick of seeing cell phones run rampant as I try to have a conversation with someone. Don’t people know three’s a crowd? (Sounds like a good post title…Hummm?) ~Elle

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  5. Only you could eek a lesson out of vegetables!


  6. Rubenstein, Hal says:

    Very good!

    sent from my iPhone


  7. Patricia says:

    It is interesting to me that people get so many texts. The phone on the desk next to mine vibrates dozens of times. How many people have something to say to her. I don’t know as many people as she gets texts. I usually get one text at work and that is my friend telling me she is on her way to pick me up.


    • I often wonder what is so important that the world is on their phone. If I could, I’d bury mine in my underwear drawer. I rarely speak on it…it’s all about work through texting and and email, but if I could…I’d never be bothered.


  8. People are starting to look like human question marks!

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