Whenever you are in a situation where it is improper and downright rude to have a phone conversation... turn off the damn phone and let the voice mail get it. Pretty simple.
I think there is a place for cell phones. It is handy to have if you are always on the road. In case you get a flat and need to call the motor club or you are away from the office or home a lot and need to keep in touch for business or personal reasons.
But today I was in Albertson's doing my usual Sunday grocery shopping and some dude, couldn't have been older than me was walking around with his basket in one hand and the cell phone in the other. Now I am thinking why do you need to have a conversation in the first place while grocery shopping. I can imagine how it went though.
"Hey dude, sup."
"Not much, how bout you?"
"Pretty good, still a little hungover from last night. Where you at?"
"Dude do they got Count Chocula there?"
"Ummm... lemme check. Anyways did you see that girl last night that was working on me?"
"Yeah, she was pretty hot. Get her digits?"
"No, too drunk to remember them. Hey do you like Cap'n Crunch?"
"Which kind, the normal kind or the kind with those crunch berries?"
"The regular kind."
"They're ok... dude you find the Count Chocula?"
"No man... they don't have any this week."
"Damn... ok later dude."
Ain't technology great?
Stop drop and roll will not save you in hell. --- seen on a church marque in rural Virginia