I find it somewhat surprising that I haven't had another post in my series (drum roll please) Things I Find Particularly Annoying, or TIFPA (pronounced just as it's spelled). As you might guess, if'n you know your Roman numerals, this is the fourth installment of this ground breaking...
Actually, it's just me whining about stuff. First installment is
here, the second
here, and the third
here. Just in case you wanted some background whining, er, I mean, material. Y a know, put my whining in context. So to speak.
Anyhoo, here we go, Part IV of Things I Find Particularly Annoying. Oh, and for what it's worth, these things always seem to occur on Thursdays. The posts that is, the things I find particularly annoying occur on any day of the week. Just thought I'd mention that.
Cell phones are a wondrous invention which provide a) the ability to communicate with anyone in the world, b) the ability to instantly look stuff up on the Internet, and c) the ability to annoy the piss out of everyone around you who
isn't on a cell phone.
People driving down the road, cell phone pasted to one ear, one hand waving in the air to illustrate some point (hhmm, unless it's a video call, the other person can't see the hand), one hand on the wheel, sort of, and the operator's gaze on the road, but not really focused, ya know.
There's a reason why many states have mandated a hands free rule for cell phones. On most military bases cell phone usage while behind the wheel is
streng verboten. There are reasons, like running into stuff while talking on the cell phone.
There are people walking around everywhere on their phones, what the heck are they talking about? It vexes me.
Guys at work (it's always men, women have more sense in these matters) with the little ear bud are walking back and forth in the hallways having "important" conversations with other business wienies. And they are totally oblivious to their surroundings, they're a hazard to freaking navigation I tell you!
I am seldom on my phone, normally only to answer a call from
The Missus Herself or one of the progeny. I call my Mom, not enough, it's a guy thing, again women have more sense in those matters, and I will occasionally order pizza using my phone.
Those maroons in the hallways at work drive me nuts.
Back in my smoking days (almost five years now, smoke free) a number of us would gather in the courtyard at work for a smoke. This one troll would wander out at least once a week, talking on his cell phone and barge right into our group.
After a moment or two, while we kept talking, he paused in his inane conversation and said, "Do you guys mind? I'm on the phone."
Grrrrrrrrr....
No, he didn't die, but it was close. If looks could kill they'd still be scraping him off the sidewalk.
I will occasionally see the following scene in my head whenever a wandering cell phone minstrel impedes my progress...
Yeah, I'm the samurai, the guys in suits are the cell phone dorks.
Note: when you are a samurai, that's the only time "man buns" are cool. And technically, it's a top knot, not a man bun.
Wakarimasu ka?
