..I saw a thirty-ish yuppie rollerblade into Starbucks screaming at his broker. As he paid for his coffee, he actually fired the guy on the spot. What spot? Except for his raised voice, erratic arm movements, all of which we normally assume are directed at a person, there was no sign of another--only the empty space between his eyes and the blackboard menu he perused on the wall. This is all very existential: He directs his anger at once to no one and to everyone. On the other end of the line, we have to assume someone was feeling good, bad, or indifferent--someone human.
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