Repeat after me: “My phone is not invited to all of life’s parties.”
I know you’ve heard this before, but I’ve got to, GOT to share.
- WATCHING a movie, sitting near me: tippity, tappity, snort and giggle! all through the feature.
- DRIVING in the lane next to me: tippity, tappity, LOL, swerve into my lane.
- EATING across the table from me: tippity, tappity, slightly unfocused glance back up at me every few minutes to give the illusion you’re listening to what I’m saying.
Here’s a news flash – you are NOT giving that illusion. Nobody believes you are listening. Especially when it penetrates your phone-daze that I’m waiting for you to reply, and it’s obvious that you have absolutely no idea what I just said.
You take a chance and go with a vague smile and little laugh. Eventually you’ll realize I just told you I had been bitten by a rabid tsetse fly and would be dead in 2 days. Will it occur to you that laughing may not have been the best response to my statement that this was our farewell dinner? That I’ll be foaming at the mouth by morning and gone the next day? You probably won’t even notice, unless Ashton Kutcher tweets from my funeral.
How do you think people feel when they realize you’re more concerned with whatever the little men inside your magic box have to say, than what THEY are sharing in real-time and real-life?
To protect the guilty I’m not naming names, but for the love of Pete (and Peg), please…
just STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE
just PUT…THE PHONE… BACK
That way, nobody gets hurt.
Not you, when I hit you upside the head.
Not me, when I think I’m not important to you.
Disclaimer: this rant is NOT aimed at my hubby.
Exclaimer: if you think this rant COULD be aimed at you, it probably is! Even if I don’t know you.