All The World’s A Stage

What happens on the planet Earth, stays on the planet earth

When I caught sight of this witty take on the all too familiar slogan, I chuckled inwardly and while thinking it one of the better satires, I preferred to ponder the fashion sense of the uniquely attractive woman in front of me–I wanted to compliment her on her studded boots, but felt I should keep my opinions to myself. As is my lot in life, I failed to recognize the significance of this omen.

My commute, not including, though not discounting, the woman in studded boots, was nothing if not memorable.   The words so boldly printed on a baseball cap worn by random stranger on the subway was clearly a sign.

You see, as I was minding my own business, trying to finish a book, a commotion erupted several metres from me. I don’t know what happened exactly, but I do know a young woman was having a very loud shouting match with someone over the phone.  As it was raining, we were all waiting in the indoor shelter provided for just such a reason.  Little did we know we were going to be treated to a performance piece.

I will spare you a blow by blow account. The topics that were thrashed about with reckless audacity were money, sex, cigarettes, infidelity, children, and drugs.  These topics were lovingly described with some creative profanity and punctuated by bursts of tears and guttural noises of frustration.  It was something to behold.

From my faithful reporting, you might think I enjoyed the play. However, I silently cursed myself for not bringing my MP3 player today.  Why I cursed myself silently, I don’t know.  I could have shouted at myself or at least muttered some vocal phases like “alas” or “woes is me”.  There is no way anybody would have heard them.  I find it disconcerting how the cell phone have turned private conversations into public spectacles.

While this hardly counts as Today’s Perfect Moment, the fact that I could at least recognize all the portents, although quite belatedly, is definitely Perfect.



About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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