i spent an entire morning with someone i love.
someone i rarely see.
i spent the better part of my week looking forward to that morning.
and the someone i rarely see, spent the entire morning across a tiny table from me
which would have been a wonderful thing
had it not been chatter about what was in
the blackberry they were playing with.
every time the fruit was free of their hand and i dared to think "finally!" it would chirp its way back in.
so when i'd finally had enough ignorance for one day
i asked - in very irritated form - if they were texting.
their answer came with an extremely confused look;
"oh god no! that would be rude."
do you think?