So I'm in line at the Post Office waiting to mail something, along with about 20 other people. And this guy right behind me (a well-tanned fellow with longish hair and what could only be called a "casual outfit") has his phone ring. It's the loudest phone ring I've ever heard. It sounds like a tornado siren or something.
Is he ashamed? Is he reluctant to answer it? Hell, no. He flips the little bastard open and begins to speak in the most horrible, loud, grating voice known to exist.
I'm at the Post Office!
Well, that depends on you!
Why don't I just meet you down at the shop?
OK, man, see you then!
I don't know, maybe these things are really going to be the new way to communicate. But there are going to be some folks who die first, with these little flip phones clutched in their bloody hands.