Talk to the Collar: The Cell Phone Secret Service
Can we vent? What really drives me crazy are the people on their cell phones that walk around talking to their chest or into their collar like members of a top secret service detail. You would guess that these people talking to themselves or into their clothing were discussing a matter of national security (“There’s a suspicious package by the canned peas”) or life or death (“I have the heart with me now and it’s still beating”). Or, at the very least, a big business deal (“Would you like fries with that?”).
Invariably, though, as I get closer, I can’t help but overhear (eavesdrop is such a harsh word) that it’s usually just another power parent ironing out some pesky last minute playdate details (“Remember, Wilomena doesn’t do tap water, just the imported sparkling labels"). Even the mom just swapping car pool duty (“My pedicurist is running late”) and the dad negotiating a tricky transaction ("If Dylan is first up at bat, he can make his trumpet lesson") look as serious and on edge as any air traffic controller talking down a 747 in a snowstorm.
Does the cell phone secret service drive you crazy too? (If not, what does?)
Comments
The way you describe power parents is hilarious. Sadly though, I tend to look down when on my cell phone because I feel weird looking up while talking. Now I'm going to have to take advantage of this perception...and dash around humming the Mission Impossible theme.
I'm going to embarrass my future kids so much....
The cell phones drive me nuts, but drivers are even more annoying. I particularly enjoy the ones who ride your bumper than cut in front of you inches from your car, glaring and honking at YOU, only to slam on their brakes as they nearly hit the car in front of you. Those are my favorites. I look forward to visiting with them every morning.
I always feel awkward talking on a hands free devise. I'm always afraid people are going think I'm talking to myself (or in most cases arguing with the stupid assistant) and call the nice men with the white jackets and send me to a padded room. Hmmmm, on the second thought a nice vacation sounds wonderful!! hehehe
I don't have a cell phone and don't plan
on getting one. I have been so curius
as to why exactly people are so attached
to them. There are times at the grocery
store when you can't even get to a par-
ticular item at the grocery store be-
cause somebody is usually standing there
asking hubby or wife on the cell phone
if they want that item. I could go on
and on but you already know. I think
they are like a security blanket to some
folks. The one time I used a cell phone
was standing in line waiting to enter a
funeral home. (It was a really necessary
call). I felt so foolish, as it just
seemed inappropriate. People in line
looked at me like I was a jerk. Enough
said.
