I started thinking about cell-phone users in the mid-90s when I was waiting in Logan Airport in Boston for a flight to Ireland. It was eleven o’clock at night, and several people in the waiting area were on their cell phones. Now, I don’t know who they were talking with, but if anyone calls me after eight o’clock at night they’d better expect a less than gracious response. That started me wondering if those people were actually talking with anyone, or simply making a pathetic gesture to project their self-importance to those in their vicinity.
    It’s been a few years, and I’m even more convinced now that people who use cell phones in public are trying to boost their own sense of self-importance. I own a cell phone and have used it occasionally to make calls. But it’s never on unless I’m calling someone, and I never use it in public. I can’t think of a reason, other than an emergency, that would prompt me to use a cell phone in a public place, or even have it ring for my attention..
    But I’ve recently noticed one positive trend in cell phone use that may mean some comedians will have to develop new material, moving away from jokes about guys who won’t ask for directions. I’m talking about the guys who venture into supermarkets without a shopping list in hand. It’s the guy I often see staring numbly at a supermarket display for several agonizing seconds before he pulls the cell phone from his pocket and hits speed dial.
    “Hi Hon, I’m at the store. Yes, I got the milk and the eggs. Those were brown eggs, right? But what about the lettuce? You said I’d find it in the produce section, right? You said I should look for something green and round. Well, I found it, but the sign says cabbage. Yes, it’s green and round. You didn’t say there would be choices. Wait a minute. Okay, I found the “other” green and round stuff; I’m all set now. I’ll see you in a little while.”
    A short time later I spot him standing by the meat counter, looking puzzled, and reaching for the cell phone.
    “Hi Hon, me again. Well, I found the meat counter on my own, thank you. You said pick up a steak for supper, but there are so many choices. What kind of steak should I get? Why should I ask the guy in the white coat and the hair net? I don’t like to speak to anyone with a knife in his hand, especially while he’s wearing a hair net. I was thinking we could just have burgers tonight with the salad. That’s what the lettuce is for, right? Yes, but, uh, there seems to be a lot of choices for hamburger. There’s 75 percent, 80 percent, 85 percent, and 90 percent. Percent of what? A whole cow? There are a lot of different sizes. I mean, all the lettuce was about the same size, but the hamburger packages go from a half pound up to six pounds. How much do we need for a couple of burgers apiece? The guy with the knife is looking at me, I’m going to move down toward the other stuff, the sign says it’s chicken. Maybe we should have chicken, but, Hon, the packages say wings, thighs, drumsticks, breasts. What do I pick? Thighs? Okay, how many pounds? Hon, Honey, Hon, I seem to be losing the signal. Hon, are you there?”

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