“Why won’t you walk in a straight line?” I passively grumble to myself. The person in front of me on the closing quarter-mile of my walk to work is on his phone and is meandering around the sidewalk.  “What kind of phone call takes this long?” says another inward thought before I catch it and remind myself that I am working on my kindness. I really am. Then a realisation hits me. I don’t talk on the phone anymore. Not properly at least. I answer questions, I inquire and make  ...