Phones should zap you in the ear when you’re talking to a real, in-person human WHILE you’re on the phone. There should be a tiny cam hidden in there, and if it registers a live human face talking to the cell owner while the thing is on and on a call, ZAP!
There’s such a thing phone etiquette. It’s pretty damn basic, too.
All this because yesterday night I was waiting in line at the grocery, and a woman was at the cashier, purse open, phone on the ear, trying to juggle the groceries and her cloth bags and her coat that kept sliding off her shoulders. Through it all, the poor guy behind the counter, who couldn’t have been more than 15-16, was trying to get her attention for the payment method. And she kept talking. Even when he waved politely. Even when he said “excuse me, madam” several times. She just kept on with her conversation. Judging from the tone and bits of words, it wasn’t some important “take my kid to the hospital” or something about allergies or even “I’m bringing supper, don’t die on the sofa”.
No. Just one rude woman on the phone.
In the end, I couldn’t take it anymore and prodded her (a bit too hard maybe? Sue me) on the shoulder. When she looked at me, indigant, I pointed to the cashier with my best Voodoo Eyes. Of course, she didn’t even know what was going on and what the guy was waiting for, so more fumbling, more halfassed multi-tasking, then she finally paid and left with her bags. Behind me, people were chuckling. I wish I had that outlook on life. I fear age is calcifying my good humour, eh.
The funniest thing is…Once in the parking, and I swear it’s true, she was STILL on the phone, trying to open the back door to her van with her purse tucked under her arm, her bags strewn all over the place. It’s minus 25 celsius, there’s snow up to our butts! What is wrong with people?!
I think I’m going to go kill a villain now. Maybe his phone will zap him, eh?