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Ok, this is a writing assingment for mr. ross, my teacher. Im supposed to describe a person's life, based on a picture of a random person in a turnstile that i've never met before. here goes-

Cell phones are for losers.
This is the mantra of the single mother as she makes her way to the station. Her three year old is at daycare, her groceries are at home waiting to be put in the fridge, and she's here, romance novel in hand, rushing so as not to fail either one of these tasks. It's 3:30, and daycare picks up at 3:45. If she is late, they might revoke her privileges with her only child. Her milk, meanwhile, sits, curdling in its lonely wait, along with the eggs and cheese. She can't call her neighbor, the Hispanic man with the lisp, to put her food in that her friend delivered, and she can't call the day care, so that they don't think she has left her child, because of all the things that she believes in, she does not believe in cell phones. The social worker unit have a no-excuses rule, so if she is more than 5 minutes late, it might be too late. She struggles not to cry, pushing through the turnstile and hoping that for once, things will go her way. And when she borrows a patron's phone on the train and makes her life slightly sane once again, Ms. Olives realizes one thing.
Cell phones aren't for losers.
They are for people with lives.