February 2, 2009

Walkie Talkies, not just another 80's toy

Okay, my blog – my prerogative. Today isn’t about the dogs. It’s about the guy in front of me in a lineup on Saturday morning (if it helps the dog-lovers out there, I was on my way to walk the dog, but I had to stop for coffee first) and every other walkie talkie out there. WHY WHY WHY do you insist on having maniacally loud social cell phone conversations while you are in public? Now that everybody in the coffee shop knows where you live, who your wife is and how many kids you have, and that you are going to the Hitmen game tonight….well, let’s just say that certain people might be inclined to use that information for less than happy purposes. KEEP IT TO YOURSELF. And another thing, the person you are on the phone with cannot see your amazing full-body gesticulating, so STOP WAVING YOUR ARMS AROUND and you’ll likely find that (a) you won’t knock over displays of coffee, and (b) you won’t bump into the person behind you. Just speculating, but you probably fit in really well with those people on sidewalks and in crosswalks with a cell phone plugged into the side of their heads, totally oblivious that they are walking against the light or are otherwise in mortal danger of becoming so much road kill (likely because buddy driving the truck heading straight for said crosswalk is also on his cell phone). Honestly, there should be a rule.

Righto. And it was a lovely walk too. Next time, I’ll get Norm out of bed to make me a latte to go.

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