On the Phone

The other day we were walking Honey and this gigantic garbage truck was backing up, with difficulty, into the street from a driveway. "What's this guy doing?" my husband said. "Don't bother him," I said sarcastically, "He's busy, can't you see he's on the phone?" "He's doing this while he's on the phone?" my husband said, exasperated. "Yeah, he's talking to his girlfriend." "No, it must be a really important phone call. Maybe he's coaching brain surgery, or writing a speech for the president of Iceland, or negotiating a peace treaty, or trading in the stock market, or dictating Chinese foreign policy. You know, something he can do part-time while driving a garbage truck."