Cells in the air
Let’s start with a disclaimer: I am a trained amateur AND a trained professional. At least, if the subject is radio. Specifically, a radio used for personal communications. I do not own, or use, the device spawned by Beelzebub, known colloquially as “the cell.” For whatever reason, the industry doesn’t invite me to give qualified input on the subject. Let us continue.
At a time when jurisdictions have finally clued in to the danger of a reckless driver under the influence of a microwave transmitter (and the incomprehensible dialogue that the device inspires), the European Union has decided to allow cell phones on airline flights within the continent. To follow, an increase in the frequency of homicides by neighbouring passengers. You know there are those that will insist on carrying on a monologue during the time the plane is airborne. There will be passengers like our beloved “cellphone girl” from my morning transit ride (she has a phone to her ear for twenty minutes at a time, before sunrise), except that they will have to SPEAK LOUDLY. They will be murdered…
If your time is so important that you must be on the phone all the time, stay in the office. You are too important to risk your life in the air. Some element in the proper functioning of your business could escape your attention. Don’t leave. That way, the rest of us can continue to live in relative aural peace.
Rant mode off.
I do not mind people writing letters in my presence, and the post office will prosper.
