Hit Me On The Hip

I’m starting to hate cell phones. I saw a piece on Good Day LA the other morning about movie theatres that were looking into blocking cell phone usage in their buildings. When the story was over, they went back to the anchors and right away someone said, “Well, what if you and your spouse are out for the evening and the babysitter has an emergency? They should at least let people put their phones on vibrate.” OH NO! How could those evil movie theatres block service! Bastards! I’m so sick of people not being able to spend even a couple of hours without their precious phone. Jesus, how did life ever occur without the ability to get a hold of anyone at anytime? Guess what? It did. Somehow, someway, it just did. Don’t get me wrong, I too can fall victim to this at times. I’m trying to change that. Last Friday I saw three people sitting at a table during happy hour. All of them were on their phones. It was St. Patrick’s Day. These people probably called each other at some point and decided to meet at this bar for drinks to celebrate. Why bother? This whole scenario went on for several minutes. The drinks were drunk, the bill was paid, someone took a trip to the bathroom, and they all left. The epitome of ridiculous. This is the world we live in today. No matter who is standing before you, at some point someone more important is going to get your attention by way of phone. Chances are you’ll make plans to see that person to then later take another call while sitting across from them. In the interest of not writing a novel, I won’t even go into caller ID. Remember back in school in P.E. when two captains picked teams? You sure as hell did not want to get picked last, right? You thought those days were over? Silly you! Caller ID. Enough said. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear my profession had absolutely nothing to do with telecommunications…