Yawn! How ‘bout let’s think of something besides Obamacare, Black Friday, Iran lies, the Braves’ new world in Cobb and Cyber Monday, not necessarily in that order. We’ve been there; done that, ad nauseam for the time being.
A different item on our personal agenda, besides whether Jack and Jill might need ear muffs and warm up suits wherever they have been shunted to, is the idea of cell phone use on airplanes. Imagine: You are on a long distance flight to, let’s say Hawaii, Italy, Japan and Greece. Take your choice. The plane is chock full; the seats in “steerage” have gotten even smaller; the person next to you should have been charged for two seats; the flight has been delayed coming in and going out. Then, to add to the aggravation of crying babies, restless tweens and people who can’t seem to sit still for more than 10 minutes. Almost every person aboard is a cell phone addict.
You can’t carry your tiny Swiss Army knife aboard, but the folks around you could be free to talk until your last nerve has driven you to entertain dire thoughts.
If you’ve never called your reps in D.C., now is the time to take your stand! Tell them all, in no uncertain words, that you don’t think you could maintain your sanity, much less your Ms. Manners equilibrium, should this yakety-yakety idea become the latest intrusion into people’s privacy.
Melissa B. Anderson