Yesterday, as I was leaving work, I was just opening my car door to get in when I heard one of our attorneys--the only other person in the parking lot--talking. I thought she was talking to me for a minute, but when I turned to look, I saw she wasn't even facing me and was, in fact, unloading files from her trunk. Cell phone.
The other day, I was at the grocery store, reviewing my mental shopping list, reasonably oblivious to everything around me, when I was rudely interrupted and distracted by someone carrying on a loud conversation with himself. In Spanish. Cell phone.
Also in the grocery store recently, I was approached by a woman who was seemingly looking at me, talking. Was she asking me a question? Nope. You guessed it. Cell phone.
And that's not even getting started on stories about all the idiots I've seen driving and talking on cell phones!
I know I've said it before, but just in case you're somewhat new to my blog, perhaps you haven't had the pleasure of reading my anti-cell phone tirades. Heck, I don't even like regular, old fashioned phones! I don't WANT to talk to people most of the time--just e-mail me. Then I can ignore you until I'M ready!
But I've sold out.
The other day, having apparently run out of other products to buy to stimulate the economy, I sat myself down and we had a little chat about purchasing cell phones. (I figured I might as well talk to myself, since that's what I'll soon LOOK like I'm doing anyway!)
See, the thing is, I found out in the last year that when your car breaks down and you're overweight and over 50, you just don't get the same level of assistance as you did when you were a cute 30 year old. Maybe people just aren't as helpful anymore. But I think that's probably not the reason. It seems kind of silly to have AAA roadside assistance if you can't call them when you break down, doesn't it?
Then there's my husband. With his muscular dystrophy as well as another, newer disease that causes vertigo and nausea, talk around our house and among the family has been that perhaps he should have a cell phone in case he gets into any kind of trouble and needs help. Yeah, I'll buy that--it seems like a good reason.
What did we all do before cell phones? Well, I guess we were younger, cuter, and healthier then, for one thing.
So, realizing I'm not getting much younger and probably not any cuter, I finally caved. I sent hubby out to buy cell phones the other day and he has the first one on a charger now. I'm reasonably sure we're not going to be burning up the cell phone towers with all the talking we'll be doing, but we have them. In case of an emergency. Like when hubby's out running errands and I realize I forgot to tell him to stop at Starbucks on the way home. Yeah, like that.