Inky Hell

While sitting in the doctor’s office the other day, I was lucky enough to hear a woman’s

cell phone conversation. Yes, I was privy to the going’s on in her personal life and

how deeply she was affected by her boyfriend’s lack of maturity that caused him to kiss

another girl in a bar. Lack of maturity. I’m thinking more along the lines of respect.

Anyway, I cannot believe that people do this. It is rude. It is disruptive. It is space rape.

I hate that people do not practice cell phone etiquette. I think I might start a page about

cell phone conversations that I hear every day and see how many I rack up by this time

next year. Come on Margaret, go out into the hallway and tell Donna how you will get

even with this cheating loser.

I think cell phones are great, and in some cases they are a necessity. I also think there

is a responsibility that comes with them. It is a gentle mix of manners and common

sense. Turn your phone off before entering buildings. Especially libraries and funeral

homes. Have intimate conversations in private. Do not talk on the phone while you

order food at the drive-thru, do your banking, or pay for groceries at Kroger. Turn

down your obnoxious ring tone. It is not really music. Or even enjoyable. Lastly, do not

yell in to the phone when you cannot hear the person on the other end. This will not

help you hear him or her better. It makes you look ridiculous.