Friend of Dorothy

Just passed a couple strolling along Circo Massimo, each with a telefonino clamped to their ear. It made me wonder why they weren’t with the person on the other end of the “line” rather than with the person next to them. The mid-30s guy was probably talking to his mother, “Mamma, listen, I know you’ve made my favourite dessert but there’s this great new shoe store just opened in Testaccio and a few of the guys from the gym are meeting up there after work …” Anywhere else and he’d be labelled a friend of Dorothy; in Italy he’s just a regular Giovanni.