Oh, I hate the beepy little buggers. I hate it when they ring in the middle of a lecture or a movie. I hate listening to people talk on them in trains. I hate trying to avoid colliding with distracted drivers who are using them.
What I hate most about them is the cutesy little rings people choose. I just had to listen to one go off for about five minutes with a ring that was supposed to sound like a tango (I think). It was extrememly irritating, and, what’s more, I’ve now got its dumb little “Beep BEEP beep beep, be-be-be-beeee-beep” song stuck in my head.
This may quickly degenerate into a Pit thread, but while it’s here…
I am a waitress. And I REFUSE to wait on a person who is talking on a cell phone. I won’t even approach the table. I have better things to do then stand there with my pad and pen in hand staring at them while they read the menu to their friend. I hate it when they answer the phone in the dining room, and scream into the phone because it’s a cell, and the connection’s bad. I’ve been in many resturants where they have a sign posted asking people nicely to please use the cell phones outside only, to not interupt the other customers’ meal. I just with the resturant I work at had a similar policy.
And you’re right about the rings: no one needs a phone that rings Camptown Races. The ONLY advantage to those dorky rings is that when it does go off in public, you’re the only one who automatically goes to answer the phone, as your the only one fool enough to have it set to Camptown Races. BAH.
I was in a play once… A really low budget show directed by a friend of mine, and the set was about 15 feet from the person in the front row, so often times as we delivered our lines we were basically in the laps of the audience members… Anyway, there are only 4 roles in the whole play so you’re on stage the whole time. Well you’ll know this if you’re familiar with the play NO EXIT by Satre… and so as Estelle, as I delivered my 4 minute monologue, my real dramatic climax, right in the most climactic part, in the front row was this dummy whose cell phone went off, with that stupid Southern theme song that you hear in every movie about the Civil War, adn I don’t mean Battle Hymn to the Republic. But anyway, I was trying not to lose my focus… so Ijust kind of stared directly at him as I finished up my monologue just to make him feel like more of an ass… He got a good laugh out of it, and didn’t turn it off for like 15 seconds, which is a long time on stage. Anyway, no apology afterwards or anything. I’d kick him in the head if I could. Of course it was the one night of the show that they forgot to make the cell phone/ pager announcement before it started… Figures… But my friend’s cell phone lights up an vibrates, if that’s not enough of sign that someone is calling you, then you probably have been on cell phones too much and it’s effecting your brain… Definately with you on this one, Kiddo.
ouch. The dinner theaters and small venues that I crew for all have standing policies of actually confiscating all pagers and cell-phones while the audience members are on the way in to the theater. Works just like coat-check, we keep your noise maker, you get a numbered tag. Don’t like it? Then you’re more than welcome to go back out to your car and leave the infernal thing out there.