Zach LarkinsCOURTESY
I just got back from visiting my favourite pub with my wife. It's been at the back of my mind for some time, but I finally figured out what really ticks me off.
We were sitting there, enjoying a drink on the outdoor patio, when the place started to fill up. I noticed that some people are important enough not to be out of touch with the rest of the world 24/7. Next to us, a couple of women sat down and immediately the one pulled out her cell phone and started checking messages. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top, so I don't believe she was the one who had to give Bush the secret numbers to launch a nuclear attack.
On the other side was a couple who are way more important than me. This gentleman pulled out his cell and began talking into it in the required overly loud voice, just to let everyone know that HE HAD ARRIVED. How shallow can you get? His partner sat for ½ an hour staring into space waiting for this jerk to get off the phone. I would have left after 5 minutes.
I don't know whether this guy was invited or was picking up the bill. The point is, he was totally ignored. I don't own a cell phone and I don't want one. When I'm out with someone, my wife or someone else, I pay attention to them. I suppose that is called having manners, which seems to be sadly lacking in todays society.
Unless someone has broken my neck, burned my house or one of my kids is in danger, don't try to contact me. The important person at that point of time is the person I am with. Not some jerk who wants to pass the time of day on a phone.
I tried not to listen in on the conversations, but that is pretty hard when one party is yelling louder than the other to show just who has true gonads. None of these conversations were anywhere close to qualifying as an emergency.
My wife and I came home, sat on our private patio and laughed at the pretentiousness of these self-important pompous asses.
We were sitting there, enjoying a drink on the outdoor patio, when the place started to fill up. I noticed that some people are important enough not to be out of touch with the rest of the world 24/7. Next to us, a couple of women sat down and immediately the one pulled out her cell phone and started checking messages. She was dressed in shorts and a tank top, so I don't believe she was the one who had to give Bush the secret numbers to launch a nuclear attack.
On the other side was a couple who are way more important than me. This gentleman pulled out his cell and began talking into it in the required overly loud voice, just to let everyone know that HE HAD ARRIVED. How shallow can you get? His partner sat for ½ an hour staring into space waiting for this jerk to get off the phone. I would have left after 5 minutes.
I don't know whether this guy was invited or was picking up the bill. The point is, he was totally ignored. I don't own a cell phone and I don't want one. When I'm out with someone, my wife or someone else, I pay attention to them. I suppose that is called having manners, which seems to be sadly lacking in todays society.
Unless someone has broken my neck, burned my house or one of my kids is in danger, don't try to contact me. The important person at that point of time is the person I am with. Not some jerk who wants to pass the time of day on a phone.
I tried not to listen in on the conversations, but that is pretty hard when one party is yelling louder than the other to show just who has true gonads. None of these conversations were anywhere close to qualifying as an emergency.
My wife and I came home, sat on our private patio and laughed at the pretentiousness of these self-important pompous asses.
I have three people that call me on mine, one I live with, and the other two are my parents. Any other time it rings I let it go to voicemail anyway. The only reason I really have it is so I can call a tow truck if I need it.
In public situations, my favorite is when someone is on the phone while checking out at a cash register, all the while asking the clerk questions. Now that's rude!
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I have a track phone that's only used when I travel, in case of emergencies. Otherwise I use the house phone. Is our society rude or just thoughtless...?
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It's not that hard to be respectful to who they're with and others around them....I hate being that pleb sitting there when someone is having a animated conversation...without me....it just seems like the world will stop turning if we don't answer our phones.....that's what message bank is for!!
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the only reason I have a cell phone to begin with is in case a client has an emergency with one of their horses...
Otherwise the damned thing gets turned "off"...more importantly, if you have to sit there screaming into a cell phone to impress me while we're out on a date, don't bother!
Common courtesy and proper manners have taken a backseat to text messages and "urgent" calls from people who have absolutely no impact on you or the person that you're with...
It's just another annoying status symbol and it pisses me the hell off...I can't begin to tell you the number of times that I've been hip deep in horse shit and blood, while the owner is standing just outside the stall on their cell phones merily chatting away about the new shoes they just bought or what new woman John is sleeping with this week...
Sometimes I just want to snatch the damned phone out of their hands and shove them face first into a steaming pile of horse manure...
Then again, they'd probably just get right back up and have to call somebody about it!
*rolls eyes*
When will this madness ever end?!
Great post!
Take care,
Nick
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I'm right there with ya buddy...out here in So Cal, if ya don't have a cell phone surgically attached to one or both of your ears, you simply can't do busness with anyone!
Ridiculous!
Take care,
Nick
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When I hear someone using a cell in a public restroom, I employ a skill I learned when I was 8 or so: press my palms against my lips and blow against them forcefully. And repeatedly. The ensuing scramble by the offender to get out of earshot is always good for a chuckle, as are their frantic "That wasn't me!"s into the phone...
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