Image © 1999-2006 Coudal Partners, Inc.It seems entirely fitting that this entire entry be created while trying to digest my entire lunch.
So why the repeated use of the word "entire?"
For starters, the entire time I have been at "It's A Grind" on Fulton, the obligatory coffee house jazz soundtrack is punctuated with the scat like sound of fragmented, one sided conversations and the occasional chirp of a bird disguised as a phone.
Yes, all this activity is going on constantly while I am trying to enjoy my lunch. This modern gadget has become entirely out of control. (Do not even get me started on the Star Trek-like ear pieces. Did I miss something or are there Borg's among us now?)
Emily Post, were she alive today would be able to help, but alas, she is gone. However, I do remember a web site offering a creative way out for those of us who on our worst days have entertained the entire thought of grabbing these tiny phones and toss them in the Grand River.
In these incidents it is best not to do anything that could potentially end with you having to sit in court with this ill mannered talker.
But for those who are not content to let their imagination run wild with the medieval torture they would inflict on these Coffee Squawkers, may I suggest you visit the Society for Handheld Hushing site to see a very clever way to beat back the noise and without lifting a finger. (Well, you will need to use a pen at some point.)
Oh, one last thing, after we remove the Squawkers we can work on removing the use of the words "Market Share" together. In fact the only time it will be used is in the transposed form. "Let's Share a Market salad."
HANG UP & DINE!
the Society for Handheld Hushing (SHHH)
2 comments:
If you're looking for more of a direct action sort of intervention:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cell_phone_jammer
I agree. Down with cell phones. I used to be bound to one... so much that I did drop it in the river (not the Grand River but the Pere Marquette) while canoeing. Come on, who is so important that they need their cell phone while canoeing..? I guess I thought I was, but alas, am not. I was drunk on wine and became truly liberated of it.... now they are gone for good in my life.
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