NFrameFred
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Cell phones are ubiquitous and here to stay in some form or another. The world will never go back. I get it. And having basically a communication device/camera/GPS/weather radar station/computer/calculator/internet connection (etc, etc, etc) you can carry in your shirt pocket is a definite step up technologically from when I was kid and Dick Tracy was a big deal for having a two-way radio in his watch.
As with most great ideas, it is frequently ruinous and an irritation because certain humans (? - or humanoid type lower life forms) have spit for brains. Self important, entitled, moronic boors that infest all walks of life these days.
The mizzus had to have a minor surgical procedure yesterday and I was asked to hang out in a designated 'waiting area' down the hall from the surgery suite at the hospital. The room had seating for about twenty folks or so, and knowing it would likely be at least an hour I brought a book, settled into a corner and began my wait, minding my own business and bothering no one. I should interject at this point that though on most occasions those present were waiting on loved ones with minor non-life threatening issues having routine procedures, I've been present at those times when someone may be waiting in fear and dread as the outcomes may be severe or even terminal. I've personally been in such waiting rooms on death watch, waiting out the inevitable. My point being, you never know someone you're sitting near may be waiting for their world to cave in.
Enter moron # 1 and friend. Loud, obnoxious and oblivious they seemed to think that a) no one else mattered; b) they simply didn't care; or, c) everyone in the room was so in awe and so fascinated with them they just had to share their conversation with everyone in the room and moron # 1's third friend attending by cell phone speaker on full blast. After enduring them for over twenty minutes they were blessedly called away.
Then moron # 2 (new moron) proceeded to text non-stop. I usually wouldn't have cared or paid much attention. But she had her phone set so that every time someone replied to her text it made a very irritating noise, and of course the volume was maxed out. In addition, her every keystroke was set to make cutesy sounds like water dropping into a bucket - naturally at full volume.
Unable to wander too far as most of us were in there waiting for the phone to ring to alert us that our loved ones were in recovery and/or ready to be picked up, by the time I got out of there I was fantasizing about bludgeoning certain people with heavy blunt objects to the cheers and applause of most others in the crowd. It reminded me of the old comic some might remember from the newspapers of old called "They'll Do It Every Time - Hatlo's History" by cartoonist Jimmy Hatlo. Many times someone's thought balloon would show them bashing an idiot over the head labeled as 'the urge to kill'.
Nothing is idiot proof as , I was always told, "there's no proof against idiots."
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As with most great ideas, it is frequently ruinous and an irritation because certain humans (? - or humanoid type lower life forms) have spit for brains. Self important, entitled, moronic boors that infest all walks of life these days.
The mizzus had to have a minor surgical procedure yesterday and I was asked to hang out in a designated 'waiting area' down the hall from the surgery suite at the hospital. The room had seating for about twenty folks or so, and knowing it would likely be at least an hour I brought a book, settled into a corner and began my wait, minding my own business and bothering no one. I should interject at this point that though on most occasions those present were waiting on loved ones with minor non-life threatening issues having routine procedures, I've been present at those times when someone may be waiting in fear and dread as the outcomes may be severe or even terminal. I've personally been in such waiting rooms on death watch, waiting out the inevitable. My point being, you never know someone you're sitting near may be waiting for their world to cave in.
Enter moron # 1 and friend. Loud, obnoxious and oblivious they seemed to think that a) no one else mattered; b) they simply didn't care; or, c) everyone in the room was so in awe and so fascinated with them they just had to share their conversation with everyone in the room and moron # 1's third friend attending by cell phone speaker on full blast. After enduring them for over twenty minutes they were blessedly called away.
Then moron # 2 (new moron) proceeded to text non-stop. I usually wouldn't have cared or paid much attention. But she had her phone set so that every time someone replied to her text it made a very irritating noise, and of course the volume was maxed out. In addition, her every keystroke was set to make cutesy sounds like water dropping into a bucket - naturally at full volume.
Unable to wander too far as most of us were in there waiting for the phone to ring to alert us that our loved ones were in recovery and/or ready to be picked up, by the time I got out of there I was fantasizing about bludgeoning certain people with heavy blunt objects to the cheers and applause of most others in the crowd. It reminded me of the old comic some might remember from the newspapers of old called "They'll Do It Every Time - Hatlo's History" by cartoonist Jimmy Hatlo. Many times someone's thought balloon would show them bashing an idiot over the head labeled as 'the urge to kill'.
Nothing is idiot proof as , I was always told, "there's no proof against idiots."
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