Schizophrenic or Cellphone?

There is this little game that I like to play when ever I am traveling on public transportation in the city. When you hear people talking to themselves, you have to guess if they are really talking to another person or not. I call this game: Schizophrenic or Cellphone?

Turns out that I am not the only one who plays this game.

On K Street, a guy in a tie screams at the air: "Who do you think you are?"

In Dupont Circle, a woman downing dainty bites of a muffin ponders, seemingly to no one, "Ummm, no." Then, more confidently, "No."

Outside the Capitol, a dapper suited young man circles a patch of sidewalk, stabs his pen at a notebook and jabbers whispered words to the ground.

Crazy?

Or cellphone?

Used to be that we knew immediately: The phones were, at first, way too big to miss. Then we learned to spot the subtler signs -- the hand cradled to the ear, the chiropractically problematic crook-necked shrug, the dark wire dangling down the chatterer's neck.

But now --

This game would make a great routine for a late night comedy show. If you see it on Leno, Letterman or the Daily Show, remember you heard it here first.

via Washington Post