On the Bus

I normally travel on public transport because I would like to do my small share for the environment but that is not what I want to write about here.

Have you ever taken a good look around you to see what everyone is up too while they try to pass their time on the bus either traveling to work or just out and about. Everyone seems either engrossed in their mobile devices or some sort of book. I personally find the mobile device users the best group to observe, because they always seem to be in their own world oblivious to what’s going on around them.

When someone is talking on their cell phone (recently a young woman) who was telling her friend how she broke-up with her boyfriend and how she showed him that’s how life is.

The conversation went something like this:
You know … I told Tom in no uncertain terms that if he didn’t take me out on Friday evening that I would leave him and you won’t believe what he said…He said no I am not going to take you out on Friday evening because I want to watch the soccer game on TV with my friends. And I told him that he had to take me out, but he had the nerve to say no to me and that I could go out with you or one of my other friends.

So, as you can image I said- then good! And told him if he doesn’t change his mind within the next 10 minutes I am going to leave him for good.
Then he said: good you can go, but I am watching soccer on TV no matter what!
Well, I flipped out and called him #$& and *%! And that didn’t even phase him. What kind of guy is he? …..a bit of silence …. (Just a note-she was talking so loud that the whole bus could hear her and enjoy the story too.)

Well (she went on) I left him and went to my mom’s place and went out with Mark on Friday evening and we had a great time together and I ended up at his place.
I should have gone out with him ages ago. I am not sure if Tom even misses me? I haven’t seen him but heard that he went out with Kathy after the soccer game on Friday evening. Can you just image that; he doesn’t even miss me. You know I was the best thing he ever had and he doesn’t even realize it.

What’a jerk! I know in the next couple of days he will come crawling on his knees begging me to come back.

Unfortunately, I can’t say how the story ended because she got off the bus. Maybe if I am lucky she will board the bus and continue the moving story of how she left her boyfriend.
Who left who is always the question here because I can only hear one side of the story.

Then there are the social network cell phone users who are hoping that someone has contacted them or they have gained a so called new friend or they have to report to everyone that they are sitting on the bus.

I mean really isn’t that something you have always wanted to know or that they are sending text messages and their phone makes a sound every couple of minutes – they are someone and they are being contacted. What more would you want from life?

I wonder sometimes how I manage to get through my bus trip without receiving 50 text messages or not participating in some social network or telephoning and telling the world about my problems.

Am I the odd one out or has life changed so much that everyone can’t survive with a cellular device? I don’t want to be reachable 24/7. I want a life outside my cell phone even on the bus.

Maybe that’s why I have taken to watching all these people because it’s getting to be just as good as a TV program. I will stay tuned to my next bus adventure and if it’s good I will share it with you.

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The passing away of my cell phone

My trusty cell phone (without apps) after many years of faithful service decided to say good bye to me and make its way to cell phone heaven. This was a very sad day for me and I am sure many of you have experienced this too. It’s like losing a good friend and if my phone could speak it could have told you many a tale.

After mourning for a few days I finally pulled myself together and visited the store of my provider and I knew once when I passed through those doors I would have to dig deep into my pocket for a new trusty cell phone. You have no idea how heartbroken I was, too slowly see and experience that my trusty phone was no longer able to perform its normal functions and that it was beyond repair. -> I cried

Now inside the store I never realized before what a vast selection there is of cell phones and they come in every shape size and color and with so many devices to choose from I am flabbergasted. Plus with all the things these phones can do I’m pretty sure they can cook-up a good dinner too if you push the right button or app. That’s modern technology at its finest!

Then all of a sudden a sale woman about my age approaches me with a blouse on that’s soooooo tight the buttons are about to pop off and her chest would put a Holstein cow to shame (garage job). If you know what I mean? I thought this chick is here for the guy customers to distract them so that they will spend more money than they actually intended to spend.

A word of advice gals -> hold onto your guy when you go into this store!!!!

Anyways, she asks me: Can I help you and your husband? I thought to myself she’s not speaking to me hopefully because you can clearly see that I am alone.
The she looked right at me and repeated the same question. I looked at her and said: “Yes, you can help me.” And she said “What about your husband?” I thought are you nuts – there’s isn’t one man in the whole store and what’s my husband got to do with this here?

I said “ I can manage to choose my new cell phone alone.” Boy did that take the wind out of her sails fast and I got a real dirty look to boot. Now she was confronted with me and that meant she may have to work because I wasn’t so impressed with her big t..ts.
I knew right from the start that she didn’t know a thing about cell phones because when I asked her about a certain model she wasn’t even sure if they even sold that brand. I thought great!! But then again I thought this could be fun and so asked her if they had a cell phone that was made in C…a ?
And she so expertly answered me by saying that she has no idea where cell phones are manufactured – so I knew now that I was in good hands here with a real professional sales woman.

Well, we discussed the tariffs and other such options that the company offers and we came to an agreement and I signed all the papers.
But before I left the shop I experienced another heartbreaking blow.

The sale woman said to me that I could dispose of my old phone by putting it in the recycling bag next time I come by. I told the woman how she can be so insensitive and talk that way about my beloved phone that had just passed away. And then she said to me with tears in her eyes “ I understand exactly what you are going through because my phone passed away last month and I had my phone longer then I was married and I loved my phone dearly maybe even more then my husband. I said: “Oh, that’s interesting to hear.”

So you see we all love our cell phones whether we like to admit it or not. Cherish yours and when it comes time gently set it to rest in cell phone heaven.