Today I stopped by the Socrates Sculpture Park, right near by where I live and work. It was a beautiful day. Some of the sculptures were really interesting, some were ho-hum, but one was AMAZING. In the middle of an empty part of the field, there was a lone pay phone installed. Where the usual "directions" for using the phone are listed, instead there was a list of about 10 different numbers for pay-phones. Above it (and I paraphrase) said: "The more ways there are to communicate with one another, the more alone we feel."
I looked at the numbers. Picked up the phone. Dial tone. Put it back down. Looked around. There wasn't really anyone there. Picked the phone back up. Laughed. Put it down. Considered calling my boyfriend. Then I seriously looked at the list of numbers. There was the N/R/W platform in Times Square, there was the lobby of the Empire State Building. I didn't want to call NY. I wanted somewhere more random. More interesting. Just a street name in Milwaukee, WI. Bartlett Street (hmm.. I think).
The phone started to ring. It's around 4:20 in the afternoon. I figured no one would answer. All of the sudden, I was wrong. I was talking to some guy. Some guy who thought I was a lunatic. It was awesome. I didn't even find out his name. He asked me a bunch of questions, I explained where I was. He doubted me, of course. I probably would too. But I definitely made his day more interesting. Gave him a story to tell. And I smiled all the way home.