Turning Off Your Cell Phone For Folks Born Before 1950.

[Smarmie Doofus]

Damn it. They're on to us.

From the New Yorker

>>>Good morning! As you know, this class is called “Turning Off (or at Least Silencing) Your Cell Phone for Folks Born Before 1950.” My name is Ryan, and I was born in 1979. Does that make me special? Not necessarily, but it does make me someone whose phone doesn’t play Henry Mancini’s “Baby Elephant Walk” every time someone calls. O.K., you guys are great. This is going to be a blast.

Let’s start with some places where it’s important to have your phones turned off. Hands? Yes, you in the green jacket. Stan! Yes, on the golf course! Great. Anyone else? Blue hat! Roger! Yes, the movie theatre! Stan again! Any theatre at all. Yes! O.K., let’s just shout them out. No need to raise hands. At an A.A. meeting. A chamber-music concert, terrific. Yes! At a family dinner. Yes, yes. A funeral. A bar mitzvah. These are all great places to turn off your phones. Wonderful.

Now let’s take out our phones. Yes, you in the pink scarf—Paula. Hello, Paula. You can never find your phone. Does anyone have a suggestion for Paula? She can never find her phone. Suggestions? A special pocket in her bag. O.K., Paula doesn’t have a special pocket. Another suggestion? She can put it in her jacket pocket. That’s a great suggestion. That’s where I generally have my—O.K., Paula, you don’t want to keep it in your jacket,>>>>>

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