When you come to my house, you have a strike with your phone and then you’re out.
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This is also a big disappointment for me.
I hate it when I see couples at a restaurant sitting across from one another both staring into their phones rather than spending quality time together.
And, like you, if you come to my house and spend the entire evening staring at your phone, prepare to be harassed like hell and in all likelihood I’ll have an early bedtime.
And that’s why you’re considered one of the greats.
Glad to see Becky and I aren’t the only ones who think it’s sad to see couples at restaurants with their own blue-ish halo around their faces from staring at their damn phones all meal long.
There is hope yet!
While I was in the Philippines in 2001 and 2002, I got to see an entire culture obsessed with texting, because it was cheaper than calling.
You’d see entire groups of people walking together looking down at their phones.
In my mind I thought, this won’t happen to Americans.
I was wrong.