A bus ride

I’m riding the bus. Quite noisy: the radio is playing, people are talking, the engine is running. A woman is sitting next to me and trying to talk to someone on the phone. Apparently, the conversation is very, very urgent if she’s trying so persistently to break through the noise.

— Hello, he-e-ello… Hi… Can you hear me? I want to tell you… It’s noisy here. Hello, Sasha? I’m saying — it’s noisy here. Noisy here. Sasha, can you hear me? I wanted to tell you… Oh, for heaven’s sake! I’m saying I’m on the bus and it’s noisy here, Sasha. Yes, yes… Noisy. I can’t hear you. Can you hear me? Wait, I’ll switch from headphones to the phone. Wait… Can you hear me like this? And like this? Is that better? Hard to hear? I’m on the bus, Sasha. It’s noisy here. I’m saying — it’s noisy here, and I’m riding the bus. Hello… Hello… Can you hear me? Badly? I’ll call back in a sec… Hello… Sasha… Can you hear? Fine! Fine, I said — doesn’t matter. I’ll be home in five minutes anyway. We’ll see each other and I’ll tell you then…..

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