Are you talking to me?
Apr 30th, 2007 by Moonage
I have been coerced into taking Moonlet to see a children’s cartoon called Meet the Robinsons
“Are you talking to me?”
What is going on here is the evil villian is trying to get an appointment with corporate bigwigs and is carrying on a conversation with the receptionist, only to discover she’s actually talking to someone else on the phone and wearing one of those tiny little headsets
I really don’t like those things too much right now. I have been in The Bowler Hat Guy’s situation too many times already, and they haven’t been around that long. I have also been left feeling a bit uneasy when someone I’m with suddenly and inexplicably starts talking to themself. I have to explain to myself that they’re OK, they just got a call. Yes, they did. Then, when they start talking to you once again, you’re not terribly sure at first if they have hung up or are no longer comfortably numb. In the old days, when someone was carrying on a running conversation with no one else in sight, you knew to tread lightly in their presence. Or, better yet, walk the other way. Slowly and methodically. That very defined line is now being smudged. That’s a bad thing. There needs to be a law banning these things for that reason alone. Or, at least, make them wear a flashing red light or something to clue the rest of us who don’t occasionally babble to ourselves that they are receiving a call in the first place. My fear is people who know they have “issues” will just plug one of those bluetooths in and then we’ll never know to walk away.
Im seeing more and more of these people walking around. Its spooky sometimes. You really cant tell who is talking to someone else or just talking to themselves. Whats worse is how rude some can be. I remember one woman at a fast food joint. She was talking to someone and was ordering at the same time. I think I would be offended if I was the person she was talking to. I would definitely be offended if I was the person taking the order. Oh well, it only going to get worse.
My wife decided on a family night out last night. In order to assure an entire movie would be seen in peace, we had to appease Moonlet. The movie we therefore chose was the only children’s movie playing in town. That, of course, was Meet The Robinsons. I have now seen that movie four times. And you know what, I like it just as much or more the fourth time as I did the first. It’s good folks, four out of five thumbs up.