On Phones |
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ever proof were needed of the existence of the devil then the mobile phone
would be the only exhibit needed! What else panders to vanity as this
contraption. Why do otherwise quite normal people think they are of such
necessity to others that they have to make themselves available at all times.
And when they find that the hordes don't actually want to talk to them they
revert to calling to ensure that they've not missed an important message."Have you been trying to call me?" is a question to which I always reply, " No, were you about to die, or can this conversation wait until we meet?" Have you ever been patiently waiting in a queue at a shop or a Take a-way and just as its your turn the phone rings? Guess who waits! Well here's a way to kick back. I went into a motorcycle shop to find about 6 guys ahead of me. This will take forever! I noticed that whenever the phone rang the queue stopped so I glanced out of the window and espyed a phone booth. Yep! That's exactly what I thought! Ambled over the phone, called the shop, asked for the parts I needed, gave him my credit card details, told him to leave it on the counter. I sauntered back, nonchelantly strolled to head of the queue, picked up the parts and smiled sweetly. What I loved was that they were all completely oblivious to what had happened. But back to the vanity angle - I now find myself in Hong Kong airport waiting for a plane to take me to Singapore. This is a 2 hour flight at best. Waiting at the departure gate along with me and about 150 other frustrated passengers were two japanese gentlemen. Both were constantly jabbering on their phones. I could not establish if they were infact talking to each other, but intruiging as this would be, I doubt it. The flight is called, we board. They continue unabated! Talking as they walk down the boarding tunnel and onto the plane itself. To my horror they are actually seated the row in front of me. They continue to jabber and jabber and jabber!! The Stewardess comes along and asks them to switch off. They ignore her. The pilot comes and askes them to leave the aircraft. They complain loudly but finally switch the damn things off. We fly............We come in to land. The wheels touch the ground and immediately both these assholes turn their phones back on and start dialing. They obviously thought themselves so crucial that they could not be out of contact for a simple two hours!!! Now I have seen phone-mania in its most extreme form! I have successfully resisted this device. Its not been easy. The company I work for is constantly applying pressure for me to carry one. My argument goes thus: If I am at work, I have a phone. When I am at home I have a phone. The only time I am out of contact is when I am in between these two and then they can call my home where my wife will take a message and deal out a little personal abuse for free. "But if you had a phone on you......." "Hold it there! In case you missed a point, I drive a Harley! and even if you could answer a phone on a motor cycle..........I KNOW ABOUT HANDS FREE DEVICES. I KNOW! I KNOW! YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN WITHIN A BLOCK OF A TRAVELLING HARLEY.!!! Sorry..... I'll just go and jump on a Nokia, excuse me a moment........ That's better. (Pity he had it to his ear.......)
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