Put That Phone Away!

Now I am the first to admit that I feel so lost and alone in this world when I don’t have my Crackberry. I launched mine into a toilet last weekend (hey, I never claimed to be classy), and was completely distraught. No cocktail could soothe my pain. As I lay awake that night with my phone in pieces drying out by the fan, I couldn’t help but wonder what my life would be like if we had to part ways. But y’all, this has gotten out of control. People are walking face first into telephone poles because they can’t pull their head out of that phone! Telephone poles! Do y’all remember those being a problem 10 years ago? I don’t. I learned as a small child how to avoid them, and I wasn’t even a Mensa candidate.

I recently had dinner at Emeril’s Delmonico (if you don’t know about this place, you betta axe somebody) with some girlfriends to celebrate a 30^th Birthday. Now I know New Orleans has a relaxed atmosphere, but one should still exercise good manners and taste at a nice restaurant. What I noticed when I walked in were those damn phones! People had the nerve to text/tweet/talk at. the. table! When I’m paying $45 for a steak, the last thing I want to hear is the lady at the next table talking to mama and dem about her day.

Please put the phones away at dinner. Not only is it rude to ignore the wait staff when they are trying their best to please you, but it prevents other tables from enjoying their dining experience. Emergencies will happen, and should you receive an urgent call, please excuse yourself from the table and step outside to take the call.

The same goes for waiting in line at Saks, Subway, or the Saints game. Put the phone down. The people around you do not need to hear about that skank Sally and her philandering ways.

Hope this little tidbit helps! Now go into the wild and tweet away! And text me the Saints score if I’m stuck in an exceptionally long Sunday mass. Just remember to mind your manners!