My first real exposure to the Cell Phone Revolution was at an airport a few years back. I hadn't flown since I was a kid, and it was quite an eye-opener, what with all the security and Vaseline and full cavity searches. But I digress...
Sitting in the terminal waiting for my plane, I was treated to rows of individuals in rapt conversations...with their cell phones. One guy seemed to be staring at me - nay, staring to the depths of my very soul, and rather accusingly, I thought - speaking as though we were long-lost friends...except I finally noticed the cord from a cell phone in his ear, and realized he was addressing someone in the mists far beyond this airport.
It was strange, hearing all these people speaking to ghosts, like an assemblage of street people conversing with their private demons, but since then I've gotten used to it. Now I feel free to talk to myself, knowing everyone will assume I'm on a cell phone. Rather liberating in a demented sort of way...
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