Locusts, Drought...Cell Phones?
I despise cell phones. And before anyone accuses me of being anti-technology, let me say that I do own a cell phone. I am only a quasi-Luddite. After all, these comments aren’t written on parchment paper with ink and quill, now are they?

It’s not so much the cell phone as it is the cell phone user. Of course, I am not saying that every person with a cell phone is a troglodyte. Just most of you. You know who you are...

Now the list of cell phone abuses is long, dear reader, very long. I will, for time’s sake, keep my complaints at two. But please, feel free to add your own cellular annoyances to the comments portion of this blog.
First and foremost, speaking on a cell phone whilst driving. Who are these people that believe that they are receiving a call of such import that they must handle said call while maneuvering through traffic in a 3 ton hunk of machinery? Folks, your reaction time is hindered.




Better yet, and I have seen this several times, the multi-tasker... this person smokes a cigarette, dials an important number on their phone, AND drives a standard transmission all at once. It’s quite the show watching their cars lurch forward with each grinding gear change as they try desperately to maintain their social status while simultaneously acquiring lung cancer.

The message from these inconsiderate souls is this: "I know that operating a car is a huge responsibility. I understand that driving is a task best managed without distraction. However, I am a self-absorbed ass and do not recognize anyone or anything else around me."

Second... taking calls while dining. Don’t do it. Taking a call while dining says to the person with whom you are breaking bread, "you are not important enough to have my undivided attention". It also says, to people at surrounding tables, that you are insensitive to their dining experience and should be served the bastinado as a final course.