September 19, 2013

Can't Read My Own Writing

At Noah's on Market I'm waiting to order my daily bagel behind a young skinny white guy in a nice suit and hipster glasses who's looking at a long list of (what I guess is) his colleagues' orders in his iPhone's notes app. He looks down at the phone again and says to Amelia behind the counter: “Sorry, I just can't read my own writing”. I can't tell whether he's being deadpan funny or just uncaffeinated.



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