Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Cell Phone Abuse

The more I think about it, the more I believe that we really need to come up with the name of some 'syndrome' to give a namne to these people that abuse their cell phones. I think we need support groups for those that are trying so hard to give up the phones and we might need some type of shock treatment or drug therapy detox to help those afflicted the worst. We must do everything we can to keep them calm and organized so that they can feel like their lives are still worth living. I know we can do this if we all work hard.

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Okay, that is enough of that crap. I hope you weren't buying the paragraph above. We need to help them like a we need a colony of red ants and a hive full of bees at our next picnic.

What we need to do is tell them about themselves. I am always shocked to see someone driving a car with children in the back seat, no seat belts on, mom or dad is weaving in and out of traffic because they are on their cell phone and not concentrating on the tons of vehicles that surround their children. It is very shocking to really see how people value their things, like a stupid cell phone, more than their children. I know that people would argue that statement and that is okay with me. I'll debate that everytime with the same statement: If your children are the most important things in the world to you, and they should be, absolutely nothing in this world is more important than their safety. That safety includes their state of mind and fear of being hurt or worse. How is someone protecting their child when they are not actively participating in the actions that keep them safe? I am sure that we all remember somewhere back in our childhood where we were in a vehicle with someone and that persons driving scared us half to death. Didn't that make you wonder what your parents were thinking? Don't you think kids today wonder the same thing? When you are driving a vehicle with a child inside, it is your sole responsibility to make sure that child is emotionally and physically okay between point 'a' and point 'b'. The child should never have to worry if they are going to make it to point 'b'.

I really become nuts when I am at a four-way stop sign waiting for someone to go and they are all texting on their phones. Just when I give up on them going, I decide to take my chances and give it a rev only to be honked at or finger signaled by some moron that was hanging up traffic to begin with. How about the one that always ends up behind us, obviously in a hurry, with his cell phone in his hand and eating a cheeseburger with the other hand. I purposely slow down and make them a little bit later. If they insist on being on the phone while eating their dinner, I can at least slow them down a little bit. A bitch you say, no, no - - I am doing my civic duty and staying out of the jail that way, too. What I really want to do is get out of my car and snatch the annoying persons phone and smash it into itty bitty pieces.

My BSH friend has been in several accidents in the past few years and all of them were caused by people on their cell phones. She was not responsible for any of the accidents yet she lost out every time. Cars were totaled and she got blue book value from the insurance company - - much less than was still owed on one and the other car had just paid off right before the last accident. Back to a car payment so soon really hurt her financially. The funny thing is that she never once filed a personal injury suit against the drivers at fault. She just wanted to do what was right. It is always the good ones that end up with the most drama from someone elses mistakes.

Thanks for joining me today and letting me share my random thoughts with you. Coming Soon . . . . . . . . Belle and her Friends, Dumb Labeling, A day in the Life of ______________________??? Wonder whose name is going to be in the blank. hmmmmm

1 comment:

  1. Just thought I would share my "scary moment"...it wasn't with one of my parents...it was with Lisa in the Fiat when we ran through the front plate glass windows of the IGA much to the horror of the poor people working the registers and to those trying to check out! Not a pretty sight when we had to tell Dan & Bev either might I add.

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