What did we do before cell phones invaded every facet of our lives? Without the constant chatter of people talking on their cell phones I would never have known that the 250-pound woman in the t-shirt with "Flirt" written in sparkly gold letters who was in the same reception area as me yesterday was mad at Jake. I never would've known that Jake's dog that he left there for her kids had bit her daughter "on the tit" (classy) or that he wasn't following up on taking care of it like he promised. I wouldn't have known that he wanted that TV in her "front room" or that she was looking for someone who could help her move because "you know lifting them boxes hurts [her] back".
I also wouldn't have known that the woman sitting in front of me was taking a break from working on a history paper, that listening to someone lecture on history is more fun than reading a history book, that she wanted her friend to "watch House for her" since she wouldn't be able to see the show this week, or that the woman on the OTHER end of the phone (who was talking entirely too loudly) wasn't "getting any" from her man this week.
I don't know any of these people, I don't WANT to know them, and I can't figure out why they, and so many others these days, think there's nothing wrong with inviting perfect strangers into their weird lives with such loud and personal discussions in public places.
Does anyone else long for the days when cell phones were the exclusive domain of oil tycoons, government agents, fortune 500 executives, Paul E. Dangeroulsy, and Zach Morris? Okay, maybe not. But can't we at least all agree on some type of cell phone etiquette to prevent a chronic case of TMI (too much information) from overtaking the population?
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