Reply #1: New Year's Eve--I kid you not.

[blondeatlast]

Several friends went to a great bar that plays R&B. Lots of comfy couches--it's like a great cocktail party.

Group of six comes in--yuppie scum, every one. They drink a little, talk a little, no biggie. About an hour later, they are running out of things to talk about. One takes out his cell phone. Soon, his companion calls another person. About a half hour later, all but one (she is clearly stoned) are chattering away on their cell phones like they are alone.

It was all we could do to keep from laughing in their faces. When we left, they were still talking on the cell phones, except, of course, for Miss Mary Jane.

Gad, I hate cell phones, but I have to have one (I have a serious medical condition, for which it has indeed proven useful). I despise the damn thing. I never call anyone except my husband--even then it's right to the point.