Last week I was sitting in the orthodontist’s waiting room,
waiting for my daughter to come out, and I look around at all the
high-achieving parental types busily working on their tablets and mini-tablets
and smartphones and whatever else, and I notice this one guy is reading a BOOK.
Not just a book but this really old-looking book. I’m
talking no book jacket. Zero cover art. Just some gilt lettering. I was pretty
sure the dude was reading the Illiad.
I was intrigued. Who was this brave,
possibly hipster, dad who seemed purposely out-of-step with the rest of the waiting
room parents? Didn't he have email to check? Facebook statuses to update? Tweets to retweet?! Tumblrs to tumbl? My GOD! He could be falling minutes behind the rest of the world!
I leaned way forward and craned my neck, pretending to examine the gum disease pamphlets on the wall, but then he shifted in his seat and
despite all my squinting, I still couldn’t see the spine of the book clearly.
There was a time when you could pretty easily get a look at
the cover of somebody’s book on the subway and in so doing, JUDGE THEM.
But no more.
And it’s all because of these blasted e-readers. Don't get me wrong, I actually love my e-reader, but they do create certain problems. How, I ask
you, am I supposed to nosily figure out what you’re reading if I can’t pretend
to drop my glove just so I can lean way over and look at the cover of whatever
drivel you’re wasting your time on? Or, conversely, reading to impress
total strangers?
Please tell me that I’m not the only person who does this.*
I just like looking at what other people are reading. But I’m looking in a
non-creepy way. OF COURSE I AM. I’m not creepy. I’m nosy. There’s a big
difference, and it usually involves a restraining order.
Sigh.
Modern life. I guess being nosy about other people’s reading material is
yet another old-fashioned custom gone the way of the fax machine.
*Why do so many of my blog posts feature a plea at the end
that basically amounts to, “I’m not that weird, right? RIGHT?”
Dianne Salerni · 627 weeks ago
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Mirka Breen · 627 weeks ago
I'd not lump us with "weird," but rather, proudly, with that Book Guy.
KLM 70p · 627 weeks ago
I was so, so disappointed that I couldn't see what that book was the guy was reading.
Also, you'll notice that instead of being on my phone, I was focused on my stealthy study of everyone else in the waiting room. Because I have my priorities in order. One must always remember to avoid distractions and observe others (ie., be nosy).
Rena · 627 weeks ago
And of course, when I'm reading, I'm not always pleased about someone interrupting. but if I love the book, I'll rave at the them for a minute or two before finding a polite conversation ending.
KLM 70p · 627 weeks ago
Had I been nearer, I might have been able to read a paragraph or two over his shoulder but, see, I was too far away.
You know, I hadn't thought of this before, but maybe it's just that my eyes are giving out. Maybe glasses are the answer to my nosiness problem!
Sierra Godfrey · 627 weeks ago
On an airplane last week I was pleased to see a lady on the plane with a paper copy of a book, but then my pleasure plummeted when I saw it was 50 Shades of Shite. Oh well.
Angelina C. Hansen · 627 weeks ago