Cell Phones
You know...I love cell phones...I mean I really love cell phones. My wife can get ahold of me anytime she wants, if plans change on the fly I can still find my friends, and my phone functions as my business line.
But I have to say some people answer their phones too much. I'm sharing "Yeah dude, I just really feel like God is..." and their pocket becomes a digital orchestra. "Oh just a sec, let me see who this is." I think there needs to be a time to not answer the *@#$ thing.
But I have to say some people answer their phones too much. I'm sharing "Yeah dude, I just really feel like God is..." and their pocket becomes a digital orchestra. "Oh just a sec, let me see who this is." I think there needs to be a time to not answer the *@#$ thing.
posted by Brian Rants @ 1:14 AM
3 Comments:
At 10:37 AM ,
Marc Andre said...
Funny Brian. I was in a BP once and there was this teenager at the register, when all of a sudden her phone rang...she answered it and starting swinging catch phrases and fulgarisms left and right, I suppose communicating in a hip way to her fellow teenage hipster on the other end of the line. I thought she was pretty pathetic...but maybe that's what's in these days? Can I just pay for my gas before I'm sucked into this sorry vortex of pop-so-yeah-like-nisity?
At 7:24 PM ,
Brian Rants said...
Wow...unbelievable...lol! The worker at the freakin register answered her phone! Marc, that's hilarious.
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