Let's see. How to put this.
I am fed up with kids and their constant texting. It doesn't matter what's happening, who's speaking, and I don't think it would matter if someone were dying, when that little thing in their pocket or hand or lying next to them on the church pew buzzes, they're on it. Thumbing away.
They are slaves. Willing slaves, I guess, but slaves anyway. This little plastic box is their master, their all-time bf, their whole life. Heaven forbid they might go somewhere without the "phone." I've seen that happen, and the kid had a meltdown panic session. Some fun.
No need, I suppose, to suggest that the whole phenomenon is RUDE.
There. I think that's direct enough.
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