She was talking to her mother on her cellphone, saying "I love you, mom." She told mother about the present she was sending on Valentine's Day, which devolved into an argument about money that ended with "But I love you, mom." Everybody in the back of the Van Ness 47 bus could overhear the awkward, one-sided conversation.
A seat opened up after the call was over, and I noticed the phone was cracked which matched her chipped red fingernail polish. "That looks like an art photo," I told her, and asked to take a shot. "Sure, the phone is artistically cracked, not broken," she replied in amusement, and I assured her it was a better story.
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