“Jon, dear, please remove your fingers from your ears. How will you break your fall if you should crash that board you insist on riding?”
He streaks by with an annoyed look on his face. He doesn’t hear Margaret. He’s trying not to hear anything. Tuning them out is not possible. That’s all they do. They talk and blather on and they never stop to listen. He makes another pass and stops in front of Gladys, “If I hadn’t lost my ear buds, I wouldn’t have to plug my ears. Have you seen my buds anywhere?”
Gladys exhales a long puff of cigarette smoke, looks at Jon and says, “What are buds?”
“Speakers. Ear buds are little speakers that fit in your ears. I plug ’em into my iPod and listen to music. You know, music? I lost my buds.”
“You mean that white cording draped over that marker back there? Are those the ear buds you speak of?” Continue reading →