Above: iPhone 3G we conveniently borrowed from Purplelime’s photostream on Flickr.

So I’m sitting in L’Enfant Plaza Metro Station playing some random game on my iPhone while waiting for my train.  Not long after my game completely seizes my attention, some idiot-boy calls out from somewhere above, “Aye yo? Aye son? Aye dawg? Aye slim? Aye? Aye? Aye?”

At first, I wasn’t certain he was calling out to me.  Doubt quickly turns into me hoping, wishing he isn’t talking to me.  And then he calls out again, and I have no choice but to assume it’s me he wants.

Unfortunately for him, I do not respond to, “Aye yo?” or any of it’s counterparts so I filled my head with thoughts of him going and fucking off in some dark pit of the world where Pterodactyls still exist.

Finally, some lady taps me and says, “I think he is trying to attract your attention.”  I shoot her a look and force my head to glance up at him standing at the climax of some escalator.

I peer through my suspiciously black shades just long enough for him to blurt out, “Aye? You tryn’ sell dah?”  ”Dah” being my iPhone and “Dah?” being my response.

WTF is “Dah” and WTF is wrong with these people?  Have they no reflection in the mirror to see what they look like?  No ears to hear what they sound like?  Thank God Steve Jobs gave us “An deez too”.  ”An deez too” being iPhone headphones!