Monday, May 08, 2006

Cell Phones Are A Tool of the Devil

And they are slowly devouring our souls. I know, I know, “but I neeeeeeeed them for an emergency! What if my (mother, father, child, lover, second-cousin-twice-removed) calls?” We survived years, years I say, without cell phones. Now we can’t seem to go 30 minutes without a fix.

Case in point: We’re having dry wall repairs done in our house. Little leak in a pipe left a big hole; actually, 3 big holes because the plumber went looking for the leak. Great dry waller—seems to be doing an excellent job. He’s been here 3 hours and he’s not done. I don’t have a problem with how long something like this takes because I want it done right. But he could work faster if one of his hands wasn’t holding onto his cell phone while he talked to a girlfriend, daughter, lover, somebody about how he doesn’t want to invade her space!! Sheesh! People! Get a grip!

Now, I admit to a bias. I hate all phones, not just cell phones. I was the only teenage girl who didn’t spend hours on the phone. As a matter of fact, I hate talking on the phone, always have. And if I have to talk to someone I don’t know, I break out into a cold sweat and get all shaky. I have to write out what I’ll say because I get tongue-tied if I don’t. Hell, I get tongue-tied if I do! So, it’s not surprising that I think cell phones are evil. It’s bad enough to have a phone in my house for veterans and police to ask for money, now I’m supposed to carry a phone with me when I’m gleefully away from my home phone? So that people I don’t want to talk to can get hold of me anyway? That’s just wrong.

However, I do have a cell phone, and it really is for emergency use. Anyone who knows me can attest to that because my cell phone is never on. I don’t even know my cell phone number. My fear of my car breaking down is stronger than my hatred of cell phones, so I’ve given in.

But, really. If I was working at your house, I wouldn’t ask to use your phone to make personal calls. Nor would I give my friends and family your number so that they could call me at your home. It’s rude and unprofessional, but we don’t seem to blink an eye when it comes to cell phones.

Cast out the evil and live forth in sunshine and the beautiful sounds of birds and traffic and silence and whistling and music. And not the trilling, electronic sounds of musical ringers and other people's conversations.

1 comment:

Jay said...

The ringtones are almost as annoying as the people using the phones. While sitting in a restuarant the other day I suddenly heard the national anthem playing behind me. I almost put down my burger and stood up and faced the flag.

Moments later, the U of Ark fight song. Go Hogs? Verry annoying.