2 posts tagged “cell phone”
As stated earlier I saw Chris Cornell in concert on Monday. On thing I noticed during the show was how often people were using their cells. Not trying to talk on them but using them to send text messages and take pictures during the show.
Now I am up in the balcony watching people all around me hold up their phone's taking video and pictures of Chris and the band. I am thinking to myself that there is no way you can get a good picture. But all along the balcony phones are pointed toward the stage and clicked.
Also every now and then people would bring out their cells, their faces bathed in that strange glow as they bobbed their heads in time with the music, and read and returned a text.
I was about to get all self-righteous and point out to my friend how silly this was when . . . .
I got a text message . . .
And I read it . . . . and I replied.
Then my friend preceded to do the same on her cell.
Why?
Because we have the damn toys, and I guess we feel we need to use them.
As I was feeling a little sheepish my friend took out her phone and aimed it at the stage.
What the heck, the expression on my face must have said.
"Something to remember it by" she leaned in and shouted in my ear.
(?)
Oh well. When in Rome. . .
If you squint real hard you can almost make him out!
I was in a hurry this morning as I went to grab a newspaper at the near by gas station. Ahead of me was a woman who was buying gas, lotto tickets, candy, chips, and a big honking soft drink. As she and the clerk were taking care of everything, this woman's cell rang. This lady juggled her car keys into one hand along with the lotto tickets, and dug her cell out of her pocket.
"Hey?" she barked (BTW, is that anyway to answer a phone? But I digress.)
"Would you like a bag?" the clerk asked.
"Hey Billie" the woman on the cell said as she nodded to the clerk affirmative for the bag. "Oh nothing much" she continued as she took the plastic bag (in the same hand as the car keys and lotto tickets) and tried to shove the chips into the bag causing it to rip.
"Crap, it ripped" she exclaimed "Can I get another. . . . No not you silly, I'm at the store and my bag ripped. Yea they make em cheap now"
Now there is starting to be a wee bit of a line behind me, a guy in a pair of stained jeans and a black t-shirt with EAT ME in white letters wanting to pay for a 4 pack of red bull, and woman in what looks like an white Liz Claiborne coat and slacks (I read too many fashion magazines. . .OK?), with a cup of coffee and a please hurry this along look on her face. The clerk strains to look around the woman on the cell with a pained look of help me on her face, but the woman on the phone goes on.
"Stupid bag. . . can I get another one . . . . me . . . . . .nothing just heading out to get me hair done, what are you up to?"
In my minds eye I can see myself ripping the phone from her hand grabbing the new bag that the clerk is handing her in the other, making some kind of move so that all of her stuff goes in the bag, handing it to her and saying Thank you come again!
In reality the lady in the Liz Claiborne suit clears her throat and says: "Would be nice to get to work on time."
The woman at the front of the line, who is oblivious to everything except her phone call, has managed to grab up everything and head out the door talking about somebody having a baby as she leaves.
The point of all this. . . . .
Did she have to answer the fuc*ing phone?
Could it have not gone to voice mail?
Who passed the rule that it is OK to yack away with your stupid phone conversation in front of everybody?
Do we all have to talk on the cell in public?
