I work with people who were born in the 80's.
The late 80's at that.
I tell em, I was pretty much partyin' with
Adult beverages laced with 80 proof alchohol
When they were babes in swaddling clothes--
They laugh. I'm serious. Where did the time go?
These young uns' have no clue music came from vinyl
Or to make sure you don't leave home without
A dime for the pay phone
And TV had 3 channels and signed off at midnite
Oh and on Saturday mornings I waited for the TV to
Sign ON so I could enjoy my bevy of cartoon fare!
...ahh, where did the time go?
Oh well, 'scue me while I head back to the TV
With ice cream, look at the schedule of my 150+ channels
And maybe decide to watch something "on Demand"
Or DVR just in case I fall asleep before it's over...
I am a little older now, ya know-
Where DID the time go?
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Friday, January 14, 2011
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Three Rings and I'm Busy...
Yes, cell phones are forever part of lives. Gone are the days my Mom and Dad made sure I had a dime the pay phone—just in case of emergencies. Cell phones are wonderful for being there when life throws you a curve—good and bad.
OK. I get that.
What about the non-emergencies? Like the woman carrying stuff in both hands, her head tilted to the left because she’s holds her cell phone in place. She spoke of her new hair color experimentation that night. While in a movie theatre, as the feature began, the young beside me pulled his phone from his pocket, text, and put it away-several times. I asked if something was wrong. Oh no, he said, just in a chat room. The look I ‘text’d’ him told him to log out. He did. My biggest peeve—non-emergency cell phone wise-is while in a restroom stall. Getting the nitty gritty of what's for tonight's dinner or what the man did and didn’t do, from over the stalls' walls.
Yes, these probably are emergencies to the folks on the phones.
OK. I get that.
What about the non-emergencies? Like the woman carrying stuff in both hands, her head tilted to the left because she’s holds her cell phone in place. She spoke of her new hair color experimentation that night. While in a movie theatre, as the feature began, the young beside me pulled his phone from his pocket, text, and put it away-several times. I asked if something was wrong. Oh no, he said, just in a chat room. The look I ‘text’d’ him told him to log out. He did. My biggest peeve—non-emergency cell phone wise-is while in a restroom stall. Getting the nitty gritty of what's for tonight's dinner or what the man did and didn’t do, from over the stalls' walls.
Yes, these probably are emergencies to the folks on the phones.
OK, I get that.
My friends will remind me this ain’t 1968. But then what about when I think someone is talking to me and I respond? Only to realize they’re responding to a conversation on the phone—clipped to their ear.
To me, the phone on ear device resembles a much too big and occasional blinking insect. I’d swat that sucker to the ground. Stomp it into a million bug pieces and then drown it in Raid.
Can anybody spare a dime?
To me, the phone on ear device resembles a much too big and occasional blinking insect. I’d swat that sucker to the ground. Stomp it into a million bug pieces and then drown it in Raid.
Can anybody spare a dime?
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