Cell phone etiquette. I don't know about you, Jason, but it really irks me when someone I'm with foregoes our riveting conversation to answer their cell phone. I understand picking up (or, rather, punching a button) if it's an emergency - say, you're waiting to hear back from that awesome job you just interviewed for or your significant other is about to go into labor or, dare I say, you are expecting a call from an actor you really admire - but is it really necessary to caress your phone every few minutes in desperate hope of receiving a banal text about whether your boyfriend should buy chunky or smooth peanut butter while running errands? I think not. It scares me to think that, as a culture, we are slowly losing our ability to interact with human beings face to face. Why, just today in the lunchroom at school two people were texting on their phones instead of talking to the other people around the table. Apparently, a lull in conversation that lasts more than seven seconds is too excruciating to bear. Jason, I vow to never check my cell phone when we are together. I will hang on every word that comes out of your mouth, laughing at the appropriate moments, rolling my eyes in response to your tales of incompetent coworkers, and nodding my head vigorously when you pose the question of whether or not puppetry should be a required high school course. Cell phone ettiquette is out the window, though, as soon as you hit the little boys' room. I'll whip out that sleek, red toy faster than a virgin unzipping on prom night, and text every detail of our tete a tete to my entire contact list. I am only human, afterall.
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