Cell phones at the airport
From a Sun reader, Donna Sauter:
I spent last week relaxing in sunny Florida til Friday afternoon--my husband and I got to the airport to find our flight was being delayed 2 hours, due to bad weather. I have a very short tolerance for the selfish people at the terminal doing business on their cell phones, sitting side-by-side with those of us trying to read, relax and pass the time waiting for a delayed flight. I moved 3 times. I started off next to a lawyer talking to someone about their client's million dollar lawsuit and the client's difficult accent and blah, blah, blah. I moved a couple of rows--next to a real estate dude trying to pump up interest in a development not yet begun "but the market is ready to explode...!" The next empty seat was back to back with a man speaking to a hard-of-hearing person (or with a lousy cell-phone)--shouting and repeating his conversation. I gave each of these knuckleheads about 5 minutes and several glaring glances (with no results). I finally gave up and walked the remaining time.
Anyway, I thought I put the annoying episode out of my mind til tonite (you can see how late it is). I couldn't go to bed til I read the Sunday Sun. Your column reminded me of these jerks. Well, thanks for letting me vent. Also, thanks for the bit on Blobs Park. My parents went there when I was a little girl. What a shame. But I'm sure the market there is ready to explode too....
