What I can’t stand more than anything else is that I cannot even ride the bus in realitive peace anymore. Every sista and wannabe sista with a cellphone, blackberry and the like downloading the shittiest fucking tunes and letting them ring for the entire length of the song. Answer the bloody phone already. No one wants to hear your idea of “good music”.
And another thing, when you do decide to answer whoever it is that’s stupid enough to be calling your sorry asses in the first place do us all a favour and speak softly. There is abso-fucking-lutely NO REASON for any of ya’ll to flap your gums louder than gunfire. Noone cares that Bob or Cornelius, Gunther, Seamus or whoever fucked your former BFF. She’s a slut. He’s a slut. You’re a slut. Get over it.
— Gotta renew my license
This article appears in May 14-20, 2009.
Some people’s idea of good music to two coconuts clapping together in a 2/4 beat.
HA, it’s like when a person can’t hear someone on the phone they start screaming “I CAN”T HEAR YOU, WHAT? YOU”RE BREAKING UP!” meanwhile the other person can here them fine.
Of course if they say something embarassing out loud (and they won’t be aware they did so, douches are stupid) repeat it louder.
This is why exactly three people have my cell number:
Mom;
Dad;
NGF.
Mom only calls me to arrange meetings, dad calls to find out if he can eat something in my fridge and NGF only attempts to text me. And I generally only use my phone to call the go time bitch and as a watch to be honest. Probably why I only go through a $10 phone card a month.
I really don’t get how people can have their cell phones glued to them at all times.
True that PK. That is the exact use I have for my prepaid cellphone too. It amazes me sometimes to even listen in on some of the “adult” conversations. Most people have no qualms about wasting costly air time to talk about absolutely nothing on their cell phones. Oh well, it’s not me pissing away my money…
If I didn’t have work email to deal with, I’d toss my bloody crackberry out of the window. I keep mine on vibrate anyways, because I can’t stand the bloody ringing (that and high-maintenance clients). I remember one time on the bus a girl was talking about going to the hospital to get her STDs checked… gross. Guess she needed to let her friend know about the ol’ crabs for some reason.
I am so glad I no longer require a cell for work. My “retirement” phone is an antique. It is at least three years old, and as much as I have a burning desire to posess the latest greatest Storm, or iphone, ok…I don’t, but if I did, I would call the Smithsonian. I’m sure they would love to have my old phone. No ring tones, monocolour screen, and only sends and receives telephone calls…so ghetto.
Remember bagphones? or the Origional “Don Johnson/Miami vice” grey Motorola?…Major CDI factor! Imagine walking into the club with one o’ them badboyz! *insert horrifing image of me making the “call me” sign in a club*
Did you know… The first product Motorola started to develop was a record player for automobiles. At that time, the most known player on the market was the Victrola, so they called themselves Motorola.
mine is a glorified mp3 player so I don’t have to listen to the other people on the bus.
I’m sick of these iPhones and Blackberrys and Blueberrys and Strawberrys…can’t we just be face to face more often?
Is that meant to be ironic Dino?
Imagine how much cooler everything would be if 95% of the people out there weren’t pieces of shit. Wow, that’d be great.
Cell phones are a blessing and a curse – they can be very valuable in times of emergency, but they’ve really become too much of a status symbol to some people. Perhaps if they began to make all cellphones incredibly uncomfortable and ugly and remove certain features people wouldn’t flaunt them as much?
That’s pretty much the exact opposite of what they’re doing Anton. I know you’re being sarcastic, but the manufacturers want their products to be seen as status symbols so that people will buy new ones just to have the latest, hottest product on the market.
On the bus, you don’t need to be talking on the phone. If you have to, keep your voice down somewhat. Don’t go blasting your music- use earphones. I love my cell…I also use it for texting the majority of the time.
On the bus, you don’t beggary to be conversation on the phone. If you bed to, prepare your strain medico somewhat. Don’t go loud your music- use earphones. I bed my cadre…I also use it for texting the age of the minute.
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Jon.
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