Seems like everyone around me gets hysterical about the fact that I don’t have a cell phone but me. I mean, we are all old enough to remember what life was like before cell phones, right? And you have to admit it was a much more civil, quiet time when you could take a walk and have some peaceful reflection time without being interrupted by someone who had some inane thought they needed to immediately share. Remember when you used to go out to lunch with friends and actually got to talk to them instead of staring at the ceiling while they took one more, “I just have to get this real quick” cell phone call.
What part of civilization that has not been destroyed by reality tv shows most definitely has been destroyed by the unfettered, absolutely annoying use of cell phones in public.
I spent ten minutes in the lobby of a medical arts building last week waiting for my ride. During that time I was “entertained” by listening to a young man on the phone who apparently had a VERY limited vocabulary that consisted of fuck, bitch, whore and homies. He used those words in a variety of colorful combinations as he explained to the person on the other end that the paternity test proved he wasn’t the dad but one of his homies was.
Sigh….. there is no escape.