Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with those that text. I personally have nothing against texting and I do not get involved with that kind of stuff. I'm too old for that and personally I enjoy talking face to face with people.
This texting addiction has gone too far. Yesterday, while standing in line at the pharmacy I watched the person or shall I say 'robot', texting. Even as she reached the cashier and he was ringing up her toiletries she still was texting. Her fingers were moving like lightning bolts and never once did she make eye contact with the clerk or speak to him.
Come on, you're at the store buying stuff shouldn't you be watching what he is ringing up? I guess not.
What is so important that you cannot put down that stupid instrument for 3 minutes? Who are you texting? Is this a national emergency that cannot wait? Or are you just talking trash to an anonymous friend?
I watched her walk out to her car all the while those fingers were flying across that tiny minute screen. She climbed in the car with one hand on the wheel and the other on the cell phone and away she went. There's an accident waiting to happen.
On I went to the theatre to sit through 20 minutes of commercials. At least three times the audience was told to silence their cell phones and no texting. Sure enough after the movie started someones cell phone went off. The person in front of me was texting through the entire movie. Why pay to see a movie? Why not sit out in the lobby and text till you drop. It would sure save you some money.
I would like to invent an electronic device that interferes with texting. I could point the remote at someone and their texting would go wild. I could call it - 'Texting terror tactics'.

Sincerely,

Mr. Pid

Daily Gripe

Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with cell phone abuse. Yes, that's you. Remember on Christmas Day at the wonderful ocean side restaurant where my family and I had reservations. Unfortunately they set your party right next to our party. We had a fantastic view of the ocean and the boardwalk. The waitstaff were attentive and the food was delicious. It was a little chilly and windy that day but it was December.

My family and I are having a quiet conversation over our feast and then a phone rings! And that is almost acceptable except for the fact that YOU are a loud mouth and everyone in the entire place had to listen to your argument with whoever about whatever. Couldn't you have taken the discussion - outside? It would have given us the peace and tranquility we were hoping for. NO!

You go right on ranting and raving for the world to hear. I heard way too much information about you - a stranger than I ever care to hear about again. It was a holiday so I did my best to ignore you and continue with our QUIET family conversation. I did not want to confront you there so here it is.

You are RUDE, STUPID and dumber than a box of rocks. I should strike that last statement because rocks are essential to the world. I like rocks much better than people who carry on a loud conversation in a public place. So - pay your bills, stop cheating on your wife, stealing from your employer and fighting with your landlord.

I ignored you as best as I could and did enjoy my time with family. Now that I have that off my chest I feel much better. My plan is to print out cell phone etiquette on little business cards and when people like YOU get STUPID - I will politely hand you a card.

Truly yours,

Mr. Pid