Cell Phone Noises and Me
We are in a doctor’s waiting room.
A child’s cell phone is out; the sounds drive me batty.
Botta Bing Botta Bing
Ding Sing Shing Wing Ding
How does this child’s parent stand it?
I wish the child’s parent would put a stop to it.
I do not say a word, knowing people the way I do.
I wonder which adult is the parent.
The woman on her left or the man on her right.
They do not seem to hear the
Botta Bign Botta Bing Ding Sing Shing Wing Ding.
A door opens. A woman comes out.
She yells at the child “I told you to turn that sound off!”
Aha, her mother is here and I am glad.
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