I've been crap at keeping all of you entertained, informed. Even one line updates have proven out of my reach. In my defense, I've been super busy and I can't update my blog from my phone. I haven't tried it, truthfully, for fear of succeeding. Fear of success, you ask? Yes, the fear that I will succeed and be one step closer to this type of person. On more than one occassion I've stood in the lav simply awe filled. But without further ado:
Mr. Totally Connected
This guy explodes into the Men's with blueteeth in his ears holding what appears to be the most pivotal point of the most intense negotiation this year has seen. Filling the echo chamber with his position would suffice to earn him my disdain. He, however, tops one's expectations for boundary when, bracing himself by an elbow in the corner next to the last stall, he is finally stable enough to continue working on his blackberry while peeing.
I have nothing against being connected. I have nothing against Blackberries. Frankly, I love being connected which is why I own a blackberry. But when an obsession for connection hinders you ability to perform a basic necessary function, put it in its holster and put your hands where they belong at a urinal. We're not at DefCon anything, stop kidding yourself, it can wait.
