The hands-free cell phone is not a boon to mankind. It makes it difficult for the big city gal walking down a crowded street to differentiate between a crazy person ranting to the world at large or a crazy person ranting to someone on the phone. The only solution is to ignore everyone, except for the lovely busker playing Tchaikowsky. That was nice.
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I can only imagine what it is like around people on those phones in a big city setting. I know I have been startled and tricked by folks in the small town with them.
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I "have" to get a headset soon because it's a law in L.A. if you're driving. I only talk while in the car when called and I hate it then too. It's bad enough that many people no longer know how to write a "real" letter now that email has overtaken us. I use technology but I have a healthy dislike of it too. I'm going with the flow but I fear the flow may be taking us all ever closer to the waterfall.
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