Primadonnas!

As I sat eating my subway sandwich lunch this afternoon at Handy Andy's, I couldn't help but get annoyed by a group of three little fellas at the table in front of me. They couldn't have been a day over 8 0r 9, and seemed to be enjoying their first summer outside the safe yet controlled world of toddler-hood. Like a bunch of junkies sniffing paint, they kept eating ridiculous amounts of candy, becoming louder and more obnoxious. I refocused on my half-eaten tuna sandwich in front of me and attempted to go back into my lunch time trance. Lightyears away from my cubical, calm, cool, and collected... It was at this time, I realized one of these 8 or 9 year olds was talking to mommy on a cellphone! (not a candy cellphone) Just as casual as can be, he asked for a ride (in the soccer-mom shuttle no doubt) and dropped the device back in his pocket. (Note: I do not own a cell phone) If it were me with that hot little phone, I'd make sure every breathing mammal within a generous proximity knew that I was packing a hot little phone, raising my voice and over exaggerating my already loud laugh to highlight the fact I was conversing with someone through my hot little phone, and when I was done speaking on that hot little phone, I'd let it sit out in the open so everybody could have a glimpse at that hot little phone. This kid couldn't give a shit about the 7 ounce piece of plastic that granted him the magic of speaking with mommy where ever he may be. I though for a moment about how inappreciative he was, until I flashed back to my own such times of that age, spending the after school hours pissed off with the Atari or Nintendo for dishing me out yet another upsetting defeat in Space invaders or Super Mario Brothers, not giving a moment of thought to the fact that this now basic little box happened to be the forefront of consumer technology. We accept the world as though it is when we are presented to it. Those kids can't remember a time when cellphones weren't on the hips and in the bags of a significant fraction of America.