After a tiring day, a commuter settled down in his seat and closed his eyes.
As the plane climbed to cruising altitude and the seat belt sign was turned off, a woman sitting next to him pulled out her cellular telephone.
She started talking in a loud voice:
“Hi sweetheart. It’s Sue. I’m on the plane. Yes, I know it’s the six thirty and not the four thirty but I had a long meeting.
No, honey, not with that Kevin from the accounting office. It was with the boss. No sweetheart, you’re the only one in my life. Yes, I’m sure, cross my heart!”
Fifteen minutes later, she was still talking loudly.
When the man sitting next to her had enough, he leaned over and said into the phone:
“Sue, hang up the phone and come back to bed.”
Sue doesn’t use her cellular phone in public any longer.
When the “mobile phone” became available people were
so proud to have one. They showed off with it, as to say,
“look what I have.” Now everyone can have one. And the
concept of “manners” is long lost on these rude basterds.
When this happens to me, it seem like I all-of-a-sudden become a klutz.. .
When the soda is delivered, I always manage to drop it on the ‘seatmate’ with the yakity yakity yak cell phone syndrome. Oops, Splash – Gee, Sorry.
It breaks the ice and keeps that whore on the phone quiet for – oh a few minutes anyway.
Yes, it’s well worth it, especially if I have the chance to ruin their clothing which I blame on the airlines. Hopefully, they are outbound on the way to an important meeting.
Tough titty. Shut Up & Hang Up.
It’s considered normal now, but I still find it rude to use your cell in enclosed places like an airplane, a restaurant, etc. How did we ever let the trend go away from apologizing and stepping outside the restaurant to take the call if it is important or ignoring it and calling back later, as was normal less than 10 years ago? Now, of course, it’s not only calls, but also texts and social media posts and…and it is just as annoying, if not worse, because these same people feel the need to push the dang things under your nose to show off every picture that pops up from any random person, too.
You look around everywhere you go anymore and see so many people glued to the stupid boxes. They don’t seem capable of just sitting there and having a basic conversation with those around them or just being quiet and reading a magazine.
Oftentimes I have the deep urge to go buy a cellphone jammer to carry around just to fight back against these bafoons around me. Then again, I don’t see it helping them, as they’d still be trying desperately to get connected and stumbling into each other trying to find a spot with some reception. It wouldn’t rid the space around me of the darn things, as I’d like.
Back when cell phones were first invented (late ’70s), they were amazingly expensive, costing thousands of dollars to buy, and several bucks to use per minute.
Thus, the only people that used them were the ones who could (a) afford them and (b) had some legitimate need for them, e.g., doctors, lawyers, senior executives, etc. To own a cell phone was a visible mark of status – you were at least upper middle class, if not better.
Today, through the advancement of technology, any slob can walk into a wireless store and buy a modern “smartphone” – essentially a $1000 ARM-based mini-computer with more processing power than the space shuttle – without blinking an eye. But now that everyone has one, they are no longer a mark of status – indeed, they have become the opposite, a plebeian scarlet letter.
Because of this commoditization, luxury marketing towards the rich is now focused on eliminating the cell phone. For example, “come to our beautiful full-service spa, where there are no cell phone signals to disturb your relaxing treatment.” It is now a mark of status to NOT own a cell phone – to not own a mobile device is to say, “I’m so rich that I don’t even need the have the silly toys of the hoi polloi.”
For the vast majority, the cell phone has become nothing more than an adult electronic pacifier – it keeps them quiet and docile, whereas they might otherwise realize the true realities of reality.
Personally, I keep my phone – my old flip phone that has survived over 10 years – on silent. I answer it when I want to, not the other way around.
If I leave the house with my phone I usually leave it in the car.
I ran into a really rude fuck on a cell phone in Home Depot about ten tears ago. Everybody in the entire store could hear everything this guy was saying…..no kidding. I happened to be in the same aisle with the guy and finally I just yelled as loud as I could “Can you shut the fuck up?” in no particular direction and about ten other people in various aisles simultaneously yelled “Yeah!”. He eyeballed me for a few seconds, ended the call and moved on.
The wife and I have cell phones and a land line in our house (although it’s a digital VOIP). We don’t answer any of them unless we know the caller. The VOIP landline displays the caller on the TV on those rare occasions we are watching it.
Maybe when the evidence of cancer linked to cell phone use is accepted, some people will stop using them. I keep telling my son not to keep his in his pocket if he ever wants to be a father.
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If it’s a guy I usually say in a loud voice, “Hey ______ it’s your turn to buy the next lap dance!”
Works every time.