Around 1AM every night I trek over to my favorite 24 hour diner, order their wonderful Caesar salad with chicken and a cup of coffee, and enjoy the quiet while I’m reading, taking notes, or working on a marketing campaign. Tonight, I followed my usual routine of sitting my big bag ‘o stuff down, and heading to the men’s room to wash my hands.
What do I find in the men’s room?
Some clown is in the stall, presumably taking care of business, and he is yakking away on his cell phone doing a business deal.
Look, I get that running a business is a hectic, often stress-filled endeavor. Believe me, I know.
But if you can’t go to the bathroom without taking a cell phone along with ya… you have problems.
Personally, I hate cell phones. Only carry one for outgoing calls, my convenience, not for any incoming calls whatsoever. Furthermore, I would be entirely happy with a law that allowed for hard-core beatings of those rude, ignorant folks who yammer away on their cells phone in restaurants and in MY Starbucks.