The Tale of the Crazy Phone Lady

What just happened? How? Where was the logic? Has she not understood the basic function of a mobile phone?

As I write this in my qute little red notebook I'm sitting in Gardermoen Airport, Oslo. I had to write it in the moment, stream of consciousness-like, since it really is not something you see every day.

I'm sitting in the airport, minding my own business, listening to music and reading a book; when I, through my music(!) heard a dialog going on right next to me between a lady and her phone. She was sitting all by her lonesome, on the bench, right next to me, speaking to someone on her phone.
Normal you say?
Indeed, except that she is completely alone and still has her friend on speakerphone. She is loud and her friend on the ther end of the line is equally loud and blissfully unawhare that her friend has put her on speaker....

I'm just waiting for them to stray from their current "How's work?" kind of polite conversation and start speaking in detail about their lovelife; they are clearly friends, so why wouldn't they, or at least the one sitting at home feeling secure in her privacy whilst not knowing shes on the phone in front of the whole gate 28. Apparently Crazy Phone Ladys daughters has got worms in her stomach and is feeling ill. Her kids like to snowboard, except Florian of course (why is that "of course"? I'm sickly curious) The lady on the other end of the line is Sara. Sara is starting a blog about her skiing vacation this Easter. I can't help but wonder what kind of person Sara is, if I can find her blog and if she has any idea that she's on speaker.

Damn, they just ended the call. Crazy Phone Lady got a book out of her bag. I wonder if she'll start reading it out loud to no one in particular...? No, never mind, she read about a sentence, put it back in her bag and got going. I should think she whent to the bathroom to look at her own reflection, because that's the only thing such a self-involved person could possibly care to do when the Gate 28ts full attention no longer is on her!

Hare-What. The. Hell.

Siren