Victory Soap v. 2.0

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.