A subway passenger sitting next to me the other day:

This (youngish) (thin) (black) woman in a tracksuit and with these long thin sleek braids has her phone out to Facetime with "WIFEY," but they only talk every once in a while, since the woman on the other end is putting on makeup and going around the house getting ready for work or something, every once in a while repositioning her phone so the woman I'm sitting next to can keep on watching her, even though the angles are bad and oftentimes the phone's in way too close.

Occasionally, there's crackles out of the phone from the other end, like someone's crumpling up paper close to the mike.