You guys feel the same way about cellphones that I do about screaming brats in restaurants and movie theatres.
Cellphones hardly bother me. What I can't stand is when I'm in a restaurant, trying to enjoy a meal and talk to my husband and the people at the next table are sitting there, beaming proudly at little Timmy as he SCREAMS at glass-shattering volumes uninterrupted for five minutes and then the mother (usually) turns and gives you that, "Can you believe how darling he is?" smile. I just want to get up and toss the kid, highchair and all, out into the parking lot.
The thing I hate about phones is when you see a mother out with her kid and she's on the phone the entire time with the kid there desperate for attention. "Mommy? Mommy? Look at this, mommy. Mommy! Mommy! Look!" and she never glances at him once. I just want to shake those people and shout at them, "Pay attention to your damned kid, you moron! You can talk to Sheila about how hot the cabana boy is after you tuck him in to bed."  |