I work at a shop that used to carry a product that's since been made illegal. We stopped carrying it the moment it was banned.
Every so often an undercover cop comes in to check.
Him: You guys still carry Spice?
Me: No sir. We stopped carrying it when it became illegal. It's a serious charge if you're caught with it.
Him: Nothing in the back?
Me: Nothing anywhere. We don't carry it in any form.
Him: Appreciate it.
Two other guys had been browsing the store the whole time. One of them clearly hadn't been paying attention to our conversation.
He walked up to the undercover cop.
Him: Hey. I got some stuff in my car you might be interested in.
Cop: (without missing a beat)
Cop: Really. Show me.
The three of them walked out.
I picked up a broom.
Started sweeping near the front door.
Watched them walk to the car.
Watched the trunk open.
Watched the cop's expression change.
Me: (leaning on the broom)
Me: (watching the dumbest drug deal in history unfold in my car park)
Me: (in broad daylight)
Me: (directly in front of my store)
Me: (they approached an undercover cop)
Me: (voluntarily)
Me: (and offered to show him everything)
Me: (I have worked here for three years)
Me: (nothing has come close to this)
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Lütfen dene. Mike Black'in 1 yılda 1m$ kazanırım deyip 10 ayda 64k$ kazanması, J. K. Rowling'in başka isimle kitap çıkartıp satmayınca ismini açıklaması gibi şaklabanlıklara bir isim daha ekliyelim.
He’s dating Kim Kardashian, who has an estimated net worth of nearly $2 billion. He's worth nearly $500 million and lives in Monaco to avoid paying taxes in the UK.
Remarkable lack of self-awareness.
Swap the phones for newspapers and this is a subway photo from 1920.
A sociologist named Erving Goffman described exactly this in 1963. He called it civil inattention: the learned habit of acknowledging that a stranger exists, then pulling your attention back so you don't intrude on them. A quick glance, then you look away. In a space packed with people you will never see again, looking away is the courtesy.
It's the quiet contract that lets a few hundred strangers share a tight platform without friction. You signal "I see you, you're no threat, I won't bother you." Phones slotted neatly into that ritual. They are the most convincing prop anyone has ever had for performing it.
The newspaper did the same job for a century. Subway photos from the 1920s through the 1970s show entire rows of riders vanished behind broadsheets, every face covered, nobody speaking. Radio got blamed for ending conversation. So did the Walkman. So did the cheap paperback before either of them. Each new object inherited the same eulogy: this is the thing that finally isolated us.
Connection on a subway platform was always rare. Strangers waiting for a train kept to themselves long before anyone had a screen to disappear into. The phone's real footprint is at the dinner table and in the living room, the places where idle attention used to have nowhere to go and now always does.
The behavior in this photo is a hundred years old. The object in everyone's hands is the only part that keeps getting replaced.
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