A while back I had a talk about mobile phone etiquette. I drew a line in the sand. I refused to answer my mobile phone from a public restroom stall. So this afternoon I’m listening to “Oh Christmas Tree” in the movie theatre men’s room and I hear a phone ring in the next stall.
“Hello.” … “What do you want from me, I’m not at my destination yet.” … “No, my phone does not have roaming.” … “All right.” … “O.K.” … “Bye.”
There are no guarantees in life, and certainly no promises that everyone will share your sensibilities. But talking call in the porcelain throne room? Am I an island of couth in the sea of consciousness? Cheryl still maintains that she hears women talking on the phone in the restroom all of the time. I am still shocked. Yes, my life really is that sheltered.