Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I miss my cell phone.
I know, it’s a sickness, but I miss the damned thing. Like last night, when my husband was on the landline, and of course I suddenly had to make a call right that minute, you know? Or like last week, when I was at the store, and I couldn’t remember what he’d asked me to pick up…
Anyway, I have to say that once upon at time, people on their cell phones in stores and such bothered me quite a bit. Then I discovered the joys of doing the same, and I ceased to really notice. Then I got rid of my phone, and it came to me that I had, indeed, stepped away from the light, for I realized that having to hear one side of most of these conversations was actually less exquisitely painful than having to hear both sides, and became deeply grateful to the phone users for coming to the store alone, rather than bringing along the individual they just couldn’t wait to berate or talk nonsense with.
Did I say I miss my phone?
This scrambled train of thought inspired by topdawg. Go visit...she makes more sense than I do. Really.