« Scrubbing History Clean | Main | Plans for everyone »


People who stand in apartment courtyards just letting their fucking Nextels chirp and chirp and fucking chirp must be destroyed. Excuse me.

Comments (2)

Steve Skubinna [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Not just courtyards, anywhere. My cell phone goes "beep" and when it does, I answer it. It lives in a belt clip so I don't sit open mouthed for five seconds wondering what the noise is, then dig leisurely through my laptop bag for the phone, peer at the screen to see if it's somebody I feel worth spending my time talking to, then answering it.

I just have no patience listening to some dweeb's micron thin ultra cool phone play Fur Elise or Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. Or for that matter, Kill tha Beyotch (or whatever gangsta "tune" is hip this minute).

Your phone rings, answer it. Right damn now. Or else turn it the hell off.

I hate cell phones on general principle. I may be the only person in Orlando who doesn't have one. Even the bums who ride the bus all day to keep warm (or cool, depending on the season) have cell phones.

Post a comment

(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)


Don't worry, he's just chopping broccoli.


This page contains a single entry from the blog posted on January 14, 2007 8:34 PM.

The previous post in this blog was Scrubbing History Clean.

The next post in this blog is Plans for everyone.

Many more can be found on the main index page or by looking through the archives.

Powered by
Movable Type 3.33