Cell Phone Etiquette- Cellphone Rage

an unwitting victim...bwahahhahahaaOne of the problems with the proliferation of cellphones is the lack of cellphone etiquette. Now those who know me well will tell you that etiquette and I are distant cousins. That is not to say that I have no manners, I do, but I prefer to be informal.

I don’t crazy about a lot of the rules but try to live in a manner that is not bereft of courtesy and respect for other people.

The problem with many users of cellphones is that they forget that they are part of a world in which others exist. Sometimes the lack of courtesy is just annoying and sometimes it is dangerous. Sometimes it can lead to acts of cellphone rage.

If you are on your cellphone and you are shouting there is a problem. I am not interested in your conversation and if I am placed in a situation in which I am forced to be a part of it I may choose to participate by making loud noises.

If you insist on trying to carry on your conversation within the confines of the elevator you are not giving me a choice as to whether I want to be involved and I may opt to use the flatulence defense in which I utilize nature’s gift and unleash my own weapon of mass destruction upon you.

If you are in the locker room and you turn on the speakerphone so that you can continue to speak while you dress or undress I may decide to unleash another WMD upon you, that is, I will sing loudly and drown out your conversation.

A couple of years ago I was staying at the Grand Hyatt at 42nd and Lexington and was trapped in an elevator with three people who all tried to use their cellphones within the elevator. I ended up unleashing two of my personal WMDs upon them.

I then forced my way out to the street and proceeded to stroll over to 309 West 49th Street. At least I began strolling until I reached Times Square and found out that I had another solid six minutes of walking ahead of me. At that moment I realized that I was going to be late and suffered a slightly different bout of cellphone rage as I realized that T-Mobile’s crappy connection was going to prevent me from giving notice to the people that I was supposed to meet with.

This was further exacerbated by the jerk who tried to convince me to go with him to Rockerfeller Center to see a show being taped and at the same time kept up a conversation on his cellphone.

I am sure that the person he was speaking with heard me say “no thank you,” which was followed by a relatively aggressive “get off the fucking phone so that you can hear me say no” all because he persisted in asking me again and again. Had he ended his cellphone conversation he might have heard me politely say “no thank you.”

One more comment about this. If I join you for a meal at a restaurant and you take a call you better be prepared for me to eat your meal. It is just my way of thanking you for spending time with me.

I love being a curmudgeon.

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  1. kitkat June 7, 2005 at 4:58 pm

    I got here from Brian also.

    I posted on my blog about my husbands two brothers their father traveling from CA to FL to see us and then spending a good portion of their trip on their cell phones talking to girlfriends back home.

    I too was at Target in the express lane when a woman decided she had to talk on the cell phone. And no, she could tell the person on the other end to hang on while she explained to the clerk that the items needed to be rung up separately. Instead, she held up the line, repeated, “I have to go now, it’s my turn in line. I have to go, I have to go…” Then she wrote a check.

  2. Jack's Shack June 6, 2005 at 9:44 pm

    Hi Alice,

    I would miss my cellphone, I use it constantly. Although I should add more often than not I use it to surf the net.

    Hi Splendid,

    Welcome. 🙂

  3. Splendid June 6, 2005 at 9:10 pm

    Hello Jack,
    found you through Brian… I love the idea of WMD for rude cellaphone users. I posted my thoughts about this not too long ago. not to spam you but maybe we have similar thoughts about somethings; http://splendidgibberish.blogspot.com/2005/03/losing-ourselves-little-at-time.html#comments
    …anyway thanks for sharing…

  4. Alice June 6, 2005 at 3:11 pm

    I watched a lady in the supermarket go through the entire check out process on her cell phone and totally ignore the friendly clerk when she was greeted and asked the standard exit questions. It was quite rude and clearly made the clerk feel invisible- in addition to slowing down the process. Having done plenty of menial labor in my lifetime I didn’t appreciate it. I’m feeling you on this one. But then I’m one of those people who has never owned a palm pilot and got email about ten years after everyone else. And don’t own a cell phone.

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