I hate cell phones!
Not all the time. Just when my husband and I are trying to enjoy a nice night out without our two older maniacs. Ok, so we go to the Olive Garden. (Loved the food) But while we were waiting to be seated, not one person was not on their cell phone. They were either on their phone or it was ringing. And do they answer the phone right away? No. They let it ring and ring and ring. So freakin' rude! Then after our nice dinner, with just good, quiet baby Matthew, we go to Barnes and Noble. Bob and I find two over sized cushy chairs just for us to sit next to each other in the nice quiet Book Store. So, we sit down. Me with the sleeping baby Matthew in his car seat, reading "The Devil Wears Prada," and Bob with his "A Scanner Darkly." I saw "The Devil wears Prada" by the way. Very good, I recomend it. Anyhow, we're reading. Not two minutes go by, and we hear like 10 different cell phones go off. I'm not even joking. People, at least put your phones on low or vibrate. Then every ten minutes after that, we hear the people working at Starbucks yell out, at the top of their lungs, "Frappachino!" Then at the other end of the book store, and it's a huge book store, some other fool yells out, at the top of their lungs, "Frappachino!" I guess we have to go to "Luke's Diner" to have silence, where there's "No Cell Phones" allowed!