Good thing my bed buddy (who’s also in my computer room for a couple nights…but that’s another story) isn’t easily awakened, ’cause of my lol over this, too.

THANK GOD I’m not the only one who thinks real live people disappeared into some sort of walking, talking, eating, “releasing”, robots! Ah for the days when a person wasn’t talking on cell phone or texting…and actually acknowledged other human beings.

Dream on……maybe I’ll meet up with other souls in Atlanta when my time comes to travel to Heaven (assuming Hell’s not where I’m headed!) and we CAN’T TAKE IT WITH US….not even cellphones! Woo HOO!!! We might actually feel ALIVE again, and carry on neat interpersonal conversations.

It’s almost midnight and I think I just woke up the whole house laughing.

Now, I have to admit… I have been in a bathroom on the phone. but always with a headset (hands-free) and ALWAYS with the mute on… except for that one time… in Atlanta…

Aside from the natural bridling at this kind of person’s obvious boorishness, I’ve figured out why public cell phone use in general makes me so annoyed. It’s because when I hear cell phone users holding loud, one-sided conversations in public places, there’s an ancient part of my brain that automatically responds as though I’m in the presence of a crazy person who’s talking to the voices in his head. My poor caveman brain stem can’t tell the difference between living in the modern communication age, and being surrounded on all sides by raving lunatics. This is why we hate hearing someone on the phone in the nice restaurant where we’re eating. How can we feel like we’re getting a good restaurant experience when the place is obviously infested by the insane?

Ehhhhhhhhhhxcellent.