Stopped by the vet’s office today to pick up some meds for EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer. “Mike” with his cat-in-a-box was hunkered down in one of the reception chairs right next to the reception counter. I was at the counter trying to have a conversation with the nice young woman about getting a refill on EmmaLou’s meds.
“Mike” with his cat-in-a-box, on the other hand, had whipped out his cell phone and was leaving a rather lengthy message…and he wasn’t exactly using his “inside” voice. It went something like this:
“Mike”: Hullo Rob? This is your cousin Mike. You know I always speak my mind and I tell it like it is. And I’m tellin’ ya I want to come to your house for the holidays this year. I don’t wanna go to my sister Susan’s house. I really like your family better and I want to be there, but ya know how it is with the airline schedules and all and so I need to know right now if you want me to be there or not, okay Rob? Ya know I always say what’s on my mind……
By that part of the conversation, I had asked the receptionist twice how much was EmmaLou’s medicine? And I had shot “Mike” THE LOOK. He was clueless — so here’s the Public Service Announcement just for “Mike”:
It’s a cell phone, not two dixie cups on a string. Lower your voice. If you must talk on a cell phone in an enclosed place, think about what you are saying and what the people around you will hear. Guess what? I don’t give a fat fuzzy rat’s a$$ whether or not you “tell it like it is” nor do I give a fig about where you spend the holidays. Judging by your behavior this morning, I’m thinking your sister Susan will be the lucky one come holiday time. I hope Cousin Rob is prepared.
Personal phone conversations held at a decible level akin to a lawn mower are not acceptable in small spaces. In fact, they do not belong anywhere in public where someone else is trying to do business. So knock it off!
This has been a Public Service Announcement….sigh….