I don't whine and complain enough. Whining and complaining make great blog posts. I love reading a whiny post, usually leave a comment of sympathy or add my own horrid experience. Today I'm feeling it. It's all about cell phones.
1. I'm sick of people talking on their cell phones while they're driving. For some reason, when a driver talks on a cell phone, his car automatically accelerates and his brakes no longer function properly.
2. Cell phone talkers drive me crazy when they yakkity-yakkity-yak in a place where I'm forced to wait and listen. I was trapped twice yesterday, once in the waiting room at a doctor's office, and once at the grocery store.
The woman in the doctor's office was speaking a foreign language. I couldn't even enjoy eavesdropping. I tried staring her down, but she wouldn't make eye contact.
At the store, I was trying to get to the yogurt. A man stood in the way, talking on his phone, his cart stationary in front of him. I couldn't get his attention, so I left my cart in the aisle and squeezed past to reach the dairy shelves. He suddenly got off the phone, shoved my cart out of the way, and charged around me, leaving me with an armful of yogurts and my cart no longer within arm's reach. I didn't drop anything. If I had, I might have been tempted to stalk the guy to the bakery section and accidentally get in his way.
3. Talking on a cell phone is a lousy excuse for any person to let a door shut on the person walking behind him, for cutting into a line, backing out of a parking space without looking, or ignoring someone who needs help. Anyone who uses a cell phone in this manner needs a smack up the side of the head.
There. I'm finished. Thank you for listening.