Rude people with cell phones on restaurants really hack me off. Well, rude people in general but give a rude prick a cell phone and they become John Holmes. I generally set mine to vibrate and ignore it. If I'm expecting a call I'll look at it and if I need to take it (usually because it's Mrs. Chart), I get up and find a quiet place to talk so I don't bother other diners.
This morning while eating breakfast I got to listen to a woman talk about her brother dying, a guy arguing with a business associate and some girl talking about not getting picked up last night. Maybe I should have offered myself, but wasn't all that attractive and had really bad teeth. Besides, I'm a happily married man, even if Mrs. Chart isn't here in Vegas with me.
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