I wish you had to pass a test for a lot of things in life. Babies. Marriage. My ride up the elevator to work has me convinced there needs to be some sort of regulation for the use of mobile phones in public spaces. I'm so f'ing sick of people coming into elevators, standing in line, or stopping mid conversation to talk on their phones. And you know that person. The one who apparently thinks volume corresponds to clarity of connection. NO I don't want to hear about your hook up last night. NO I don't want to hear you argue social plans with your partner, NO I don't want to hear you describe exactly what you're doing as I'm forced to watch you do those things. BLAH! Get off the damn phone.
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