Overheard, yesterday, in Center City Philadelphia, a bit from the street-side half of a cell-phone conversation:
Fiftyish Woman: “I know. . . . I’m sorry. . . . I’m sorry I got you off the sofa. . . . Okay. . . . Bye now.”
And do you the strange thing is, she made that remark without the slightest tinge of impatience, weariness, or sarcasm in her voice. It’s not as if she said it in the manner of, “I’m sorry you had to pull your lazy ass off the friggin’ sofa to answer the damn phone!”
Instead, it sounded like something she’s said a hundred times before.