8/17/2007

After All, I Am a Ticking Time Bomb of Fury...

This afternoon after work (for the second day in a row), Jarred and I went for supper at Pt. Loma Seafoods. If you're in San Diego and you want amazing, fresh seafood, then you have to go to this place! Anyway, while there, I experienced something that kills me every time I experience it: the public cell phone ringer.

Ladies and gentlemen, the good Lord created vibrate mode on your cell phone for a reason. It's so I don't have to hear your Sprint phone's techno "I came standard with the phone" ringer. If I'm trying to enjoy a quiet meal of shrimp by the ocean, the last thing I want to have to deal with as I try to not get grossed out by Jarred eating tartar sauce on his french fries is your phone blaring a midi version of Summer Love. Please for the love of those around you, turn your phone on vibrate.

So, for the record, I've said that my pet peeves are cell phones ringing in public, strangers standing too close to me, and people blowing their nose in public. If you were to do all three of these things at the same time around me, I'd be on you like a spider monkey...

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