I think it was poster jarbabyj who once posted that someone came into the ladies room while chatting on her cell phone. jarbabyj accomplished her business, and the fluff-brained talker said “Oh my gawwwd! Somebody’s PEEING! Can you hear that? Giggle giggle.”
It’s a sickness. An addiction. I had a friend who went through three phones in two months. Two of them, no lie, she accidentally dropped in the toilet. She wasn’t a brain surgeon on call; she wasn’t waiting for a new liver to become available; she wasn’t waiting to hear if her mom made it through surgery. No, just same stupid calls from her teenage kids every day, asking what was for supper, asking when was she coming home, asking if they could make a milkshake :rolleyes:. Stupid ordinary shit, and yet she clutched that thing like a lifeline, bought it a fancy case, and whatever else you are able to blow money on for it. I laughed when not one, but two, landed in the crapper, but she just bought another more expensive one.
My Wife goes on a girls night out onces a month. 3-6 good friends get together for a drink.
My Wife is a bit stressed right now because her Dad is in the hospital and things are looking grim. She was relating this info to the group for the first time, when a cell phone rings, and a very good friend of hers she has know for 20 years just got up and answered it. I guess we should commend her for leaving the table to pick up her phone call while my Wife was relating the sad news.
There’s a gentleman here at work that doesn’t need a cell phone to have an continual conversation. I’ve seen him walking down the hall, having a fully animated conversation with the ceiling, complete with gestures and pointing.
One day, I was sitting in a stall in the restroom. In the stall next to me, I hear, “Oh yeah!. Yeah! That was a good one. Uhhhh. That was good.” It sounded like someone had a Lamaze coach for taking a crap.
When I finished up and was washing my hands, I saw him step out of the stall and realized who it was. The guy that talks to himself (or to someone not visible) all of the time.
Maybe he should get a Bluetooth headset so people won’t think he’s crazy. Although, around here, who would notice?
Will whoever is taking a piss please put their phone on mute?
Justifiable homicide. No jury would convict. You may even get to use a self defense plea. (and I think Brian is such a birdbrain he wouldn’t have that many friends). 
Word!
I’ve been known to grab the phone my mother was holding and tell her “this is a phone, not a megaphone, and you’re not speaking with your mother. There is no need for me to understand your side of the conversation through two closed doors. Thank you.” And, when I’m on the phone with her, to tell her “Mom, you don’t need to yell loud enough for me to hear you from Scotland, that’s what the phone is for, you use it in order to save your throat, ok?”
When she replies “oh, I’m just excited,” my brothers have taken to saying “ok, please call again after you’ve calmed down” and hanging up. Seriously, there’s no need to talk at the top of your lungs in order to inform people that you saw a neighbor in the street and she didn’t greet you (and of course you didn’t greet her either, why should it be you who greets her first?) or to ask whether the yellow shoes (which I don’t remember) mix well with the green jacket (which I don’t remember either).
I seriously don’t get why people think we should go hide under a box some where just to make a casual phone call.
Seriously, after raeding some of these responses, if I didn’t know better, I’d think “public cell phone use” is just code speak for “public masturbation” and I’m just not hip to it yet.
Since 99% of mobile phones now have digital cameras I feel it offensive of anyone to have a mobile phone on in toilets. How would you react if you walked into the toilets and there was someone there holding a camera?
That’s one thing I think of care about because once they put it on the internet it’s there permanently.
Did you know that 99% of penises can be used for rape? I feel it’s offensive for anyone to bring one into a bathroom. How would you react if you walked into a bathroom and someone was getting raped?
If someone is sticking the phone under the stall divider in order to take a picture of you, you have a legitimate complaint. Otherwise, brace yourself for a shocker–the primary use of a phone… is as a phone.
People who worry about this kind of shit are flattering themselves.
Maybe they are clipping their nails? You know we’ve all been banished to the bathroom for that task now.
If you clip your nails with the same speed, cadence, and number of snips as a texter has keystrokes, I salute you. Or possible give a giant “what the fuck kind of freak nails do you have.”
I salute you, sir.
I do that. I got in five good flushes in the bathroom of a Publix; why anyone needs to call and go is beyond me.
You know, whenever I hear people (invariably in the US) rant about cellphones and how people who aren’t rocket scientists or trauma surgeons shouldn’t have them, I find myself envisioning a group of Society Ladies in the 1900s at a Garden Party getting socially outraged about that cad Foxley, who gallavants around in that newfangled “Motor Car” of his all the time, practically lives in it don’t you know, never takes the train or a horse like a civilised person, and you know that now Sir Thomas is talking about getting one too, and he hasn’t been anywhere since he got back from India last year, so heaven knows why he would want a “Motor Car” either…
Or, to put it another way: Who cares if you have a friend who likes using their phone to keep in touch with their family and replaces it if it breaks?
One problem is volume. Cell phone users seem to use their outdoor voices when speaking on a cell phone, regardless of whether it’s appropriate. Another problem is that cell phone users won’t get off the damned phone to pay attention to whatever else is going on. This is especially annoying when the phone user is in a checkout line, and won’t hang up during the checkout. This prolongs the checkout process for everyone else, including the cashier, who is trying to get the cell phone user to write out that damned check already.
If someone is using a cell phone in my presence, but is not holding up the line, making the server wait to take an order, talking so loudly that it interferes with my own thought process (such as they are), or otherwise interfering other people, I don’t mind. Really, the problem with using a cell phone in public starts when it interferes with other people’s ability to conduct their business or enjoy themselves. And that goes for just about everything that people do in public, when it comes right down to it.
Men generally don’t speak in the mensroom.