Pardon me while I rant (I don’t do this often).
Have we come to the place in America where being “connected” is more important than being respectful? I am convinced that cell phones are a blight on our society. I know, I know, a lot of good is done with them, it’s easier to get in touch with people in an emergency, business deals move more quickly, etc., etc.
But why is it that many people who have them feel compelled to talk on them at any given time for no good reason? I was behind someone on the road the other day who was driving in the left hand lane at the scorching speed of 40 mph (in a 55 mph zone). When I finally was able to get around her what do you think I saw? A cell phone that looked like it was permanently attached to the side of her head. Church services are regularly interrupted by a cell phone going off that someone forgot to turn off. And we don’t have traditional rings anymore, nooooo, we have every song imaginable that can be downloaded for a “personalized” ring-tone. Try bringing home the conclusion to a Sunday morning sermon while some red-faced church member nearly destroys a pew trying to find that cell phone playing “Staying Alive”.
Technology forecasters predict that in the not-to-distant future cell phones will actually be able to be surgically implanted in their owners head. Anyone who would do this should seriously consider having something else implanted in their head.
I am not ranting at random here, there is a good reason for it. Yesterday I helped conduct the funeral of a 32-year-old man who had died after being in a coma for 3 months. The family was very distraught. During the service, cell phones went off three times. You would think people would turn them off before they came in the chapel. Of course, it’s possible that they forgot, but even so, the first one should have given them a clue to turn theirs off, but noooooo, three lucky people got to do the curly shuffle while trying frantically to turn off those cursed things that were cranked up to maximum volume.
The worst part? The first one that rang was actually answered by the woman who owned it. She carried on a brief conversation while the other minister was trying his best to bring comfort to the bereaved. Had it not been a funeral service, I would have been tempted to implant it in her head.
Can I submit that there is nothing more rude and disrespectful than this? Have we come to think so highly of ourselves as to honestly believe that the person calling us must absolutely talk to us that very second? Will the stars fall if we don’t answer that phone? I say, turn the thing off. Leave it in the car. Better yet, leave it in front of the tire, THEN forget about it.
I am sorry to vent this way, I really don’t do this often. But if this is happening here, it must be happening elsewhere, too. Folks, let’s not let connectivity cause us to be rude.
I feel better now.