It's bad enough I own an iPod. But it helps drown out the fucking asshole sitting next to me on the bus babbling about complete crap on his iPhone so that I can read the ever-shrinking newspaper, or aghast, a book.
I mean the son of a bitch gets on the bus, sits down, pulls out his phone and then scans its phone directory to call someone to yack about absolutely nothing -- he thinks he's sitting in his living room.
But I've noticed lately that no one reads on the bus anymore -- not even the free newspapers they can grab handily from the boxes @ the bus stop before they board.
Nope -- they're checking e-mail, yacking on their iPhone, playing iPhone app games, watching video podcasts, listening to their iPods or sleeping. (There is one lady, though, who owns an Amazon.com Kindle -- but I can't see reading a novel from something that records what I read, as well as has the ability of taking it back.)
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The older I get the more I think the worst invention ever is the cell-phone. Why do people have this incessant need to be "in touch?" The more I overhear their prattle, the more I understand they have completely vacuous lives and are trying to just fill in the time...
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