Rumination XVI – I Really Don’t Care What You Have To Say (Not On Your Phone, At Least)

(An open letter to all who use cellphones in public places, especially Yankees.)

Dear Fellow Cell-Phone-Using Citizens of the World at-Large,

I have something that I really need to share with you. And I want to share it in the most loving way that I can muster.

I simply don’t care what you have to say (not on your phone, at least).

I’ve listened to you talk incessantly on your phones about your delayed flights, your sales quotas and strategies, your personnel issues, your aching liver, your recent vacation, how your pets miss you when you are away, and how, like, your, like, BFF is, like, ROFL.

I’ve heard you yakking on taxiing airplanes, in coffee shops, in airport lounges, in restaurants, on public transportation, in grocery stores, and even in the foyer at church – and, yes, in bathroom stalls – spilling your guts to whoever is on the other end of the line.

And, for some reason, most of you feel that it is necessary to talk 10-20 decibels louder when on your cellphone than you do in normal conversation. I guess you think that others are really interested in what you have to say.

Well, I’ve got a news flash for you: no one does

That’s right, no one around you in a public place wants to hear about your personal issues. Most of us just want to go about our lives without hearing about yours.

If you want to walk up to me and ask for help with your problems, I’ll help in a heartbeat. I’ll give you the shirt off my back. But please spare me the meaningless phone-drivel.

Now, a special note to the two people at the airport this week who were using their hands or a magazine to muffle the conversation while they talked on the phone. To you I say: “Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

I don’t know if you were sharing top secret information on an encrypted communications channel, or if you just had basic respect for those around you, but you communicated to me that you respected my privacy by not babbling incessantly above the ambient noise level.

My Mother taught me that our society is a free society, and that I am free to do whatever I please. But she also taught me that freedom brings great responsibility. She often reminded me that my right to swing my arm ends where your nose begins. (Great mental picture, isn’t it? She was ONE SMART LADY.) That means that I don’t have the right to run over your rights, and vice versa.

It grieves me to know that respect for others is a dying value in our society. As for me and my house, we’re still teaching it. Maybe it will come back in fashion in a decade or so, kinda like tie-dyed t-shirts and Volkswagens.

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1 Response to Rumination XVI – I Really Don’t Care What You Have To Say (Not On Your Phone, At Least)

  1. mmlace says:

    “In the foyer at church”…

    Surely not… 🙂

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