People and their cell phones just drive me nuts. Forgive the following rant, as I know it is harsh, and I know someday I will join the droves of obsessively insane cell phone owners. But hey:
Why does it always sound like you are calling me from the guano encrusted caves of Jamaica or Base Camp #3 at Mt. Everest? If you can't get a clear signal, please don't call.
To add to that complaint, you always tell me "I'll call you when I get home" - well if it wasn't important enough to need to know right now, why the hell did you call in the first place? I was probably in the middle of watching a movie anyway!
Same thing with the comment about calling me from a 'land-line'. Hmpf !!
Why must you people talk like you're in a crowded subway station or at a NFL football game? Don't you realize you are screaming? And thanks for calling me when your kid is having a bad day. Hearing them screaming in the background doesn't make for a pleasant experience either. Seems every person that calls me at work has this dilemma.
Do you really need your phone on when you're in a bookstore? When I'm surfing through the mystery section in Borders and I hear someone's phone going off and they take their sweet time answering it it just gets under my skin. Bookstores are kinda like libraries, okay? If you have to have it on, can't you have it on vibrate and answer it in your "library" voice? Must you shout?
And while we're on ring tone talk - seriously! Must you have the theme song to James Bond, the Teletubbies tune, even the latest Snow Patrol song- so screaming loud? Are you all deaf? And no one, I mean NO ONE, wants to hear Stevie Wonder singing "I just called.... to say.... I love you!" Can it, please.
Why do you all have to call when you are in your cars? Is it necessary to be on the phone while driving? Aren't you already a bad enough driver? Can't do it in California or New York and if they can deal without them there, we can here in PA as well. That's a whole other gripe altogether, but when someone tries to call me from the road (this happens alot at my job) and it sounds like two radio stations jamming together or the noise your tv makes when a station goes off the air at 3am - please just call me when you get where you are going or pull off the freakin' road.
"You're......cutting.....out........You're.......breaking......up!!
Can you hear me now???
Do you really need to call Aunt Bertha to see if she needs peanut butter while you are grocery shopping or Depends while you are at Wal Mart? Doesn't anyone make a list anymore? What gets me even more is seemingly responsible-looking adults chatting on the phone going up and down the aisles the entire way through the store. You've all seen and heard this.. "do we need potatoes? how about sugar? did we use the last of the tomato sauce? run down to the basement and see if we need detergent......" OY VEY!
I don't want to hear about dropped calls. This is in tandum with my rant about tv commercials. I'm dead sick of commercials about cell phones cutting out.
Ditto ads about text messaging and all the darn abbreviations. Funny how many moons ago the telephone was invented so we could actually talk to someone and hear their voice, and nowadays it's all about NOT hearing anyone speak and typing out messages that look like shorthand in a court room. You see people out, at a concert, restaurant, or a movie - and they are frantically texting their lives away about how wonderful the experience is, but they aren't actually EXPERIENCING IT cause they are too busy texting!
While we're at it, can you just shut up about all the different plans there are? Please.
Same goes for all the different phone colors. Pink, Chartruse, Striped, Polka-dotted, Chocolate, Cherry, Chocolate-Cherry - tutti frutti - oh....my...god. Let it lie. Can't we just have black?
Please don't let your kids play with your phone. Can we stop this? Kids with their parent's cell phones riding along in carts at Wal Mart. They drop them on the ground, the parent screams at them for dropping it, the kid screams cause the parent yelled at them, the parent yells at them to stop screaming..... it's a vicious cycle and I'm tired of listening to it. Get them a fake plastic phone in the toy aisle for pete's sake.
I know someday I'll regret writing this. I hate talking on the phone (any type) though, so maybe I won't.
Rant over... for now.
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