I would never dream of stepping between a mother and daughter having a heart to heart chat, or between a businessman and his cash cow client, or jump in the middle of a feuding couple's disagreement.
Unwittingly, that is what happens to unsuspecting bystanders every three minutes in this country.
Involuntary bombardment of issues of no importance is becoming the fastest growing nuisance to society.
No longer is it awkward to stand amongst strangers in an elevator staring at the lighted buttons or pretending to read the capacity rating on the wall when you can listen to the personal conversation of the person standing next to you.
Cell phone abusers, I mean cell phone users, are oblivious to the world around them.
If you are one of those people, please take heed of this advice:We can hear you, people! Before cell phones came into existence, consider the scenario where there are twenty people sitting in a waiting room of a doctor's office.
Conversation would be limited between patients who drove to the office together.
The rest of the group would be staring at the television, studying the pattern of the worn industrial carpet, thumbing through the previous year's October edition of Good Housekeeping magazine, or simply watching people entering and exiting the building.
Those were the good old days when everyone minded their own business.
Fast forward this setting to the present.
The same twenty people in the waiting room would be much more interactive, but not with each other.
Roughly three fourths of them would be cradling their cell phones actively involved in their own little cosmos.
Nurses would be repeating a name four times until the attention of the intended was caught.
The response would not be immediate, instead, the gesture of raising the index finger to signal acknowledgment is diluted as the culprit rudely insists on finishing his train of thought with the bodiless partner he is engaging.
It used to be where phones were attached to the walls, now phones are attached to people.
Extra long phone cords allowed freedom of movement within the confines of a building.
Now, nationwide coverage allows for roaming the face of the earth with no constraints.
The very air that we breathe is being choked by words streaming through the air space, leaving no void unfilled.
Nothing is left to the imagination.
Nothing is private.
Nothing is sacred.
Where do cell phones go to die?
Unwittingly, that is what happens to unsuspecting bystanders every three minutes in this country.
Involuntary bombardment of issues of no importance is becoming the fastest growing nuisance to society.
No longer is it awkward to stand amongst strangers in an elevator staring at the lighted buttons or pretending to read the capacity rating on the wall when you can listen to the personal conversation of the person standing next to you.
Cell phone abusers, I mean cell phone users, are oblivious to the world around them.
If you are one of those people, please take heed of this advice:We can hear you, people! Before cell phones came into existence, consider the scenario where there are twenty people sitting in a waiting room of a doctor's office.
Conversation would be limited between patients who drove to the office together.
The rest of the group would be staring at the television, studying the pattern of the worn industrial carpet, thumbing through the previous year's October edition of Good Housekeeping magazine, or simply watching people entering and exiting the building.
Those were the good old days when everyone minded their own business.
Fast forward this setting to the present.
The same twenty people in the waiting room would be much more interactive, but not with each other.
Roughly three fourths of them would be cradling their cell phones actively involved in their own little cosmos.
Nurses would be repeating a name four times until the attention of the intended was caught.
The response would not be immediate, instead, the gesture of raising the index finger to signal acknowledgment is diluted as the culprit rudely insists on finishing his train of thought with the bodiless partner he is engaging.
It used to be where phones were attached to the walls, now phones are attached to people.
Extra long phone cords allowed freedom of movement within the confines of a building.
Now, nationwide coverage allows for roaming the face of the earth with no constraints.
The very air that we breathe is being choked by words streaming through the air space, leaving no void unfilled.
Nothing is left to the imagination.
Nothing is private.
Nothing is sacred.
Where do cell phones go to die?
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