I wrote this blog entry back in 2005, which includes this very descriptive paragraph.
I think I’m becoming a little hostile towards cell phone users. A couple of weeks ago while we were at the State Fair, some moron would walk by, talking away on his cell phone and completely oblivious to the fact that he had just stomped on my foot, knocked an innocent grandma out of her wheelchair and that the cow ahead of him was not his girlfriend and was in fact shitting on his shoe. I would simply proclaim in a very loud, obnoxious, stage presence to the back of the auditorium voice, “OH MY GOD I’M AT THE STATE FAIR AND I MUST MAKE A CELL PHONE CALL RIGHT NOW!”. Then I’d raise my Motorola up like Kunta Kinte and genuflect. I would then proceed to dial random digits and order a pizza for the 10 people around me.
This is something I could have easily written about any interaction with the public today. Some things never change, apparently.
I notice the less young I get the more hostile I am towards others that act this way. Dang humans. Get off my lawn!
Oh, and I notice your theme went twentyeleven. It’s clean.