Bluetooth Boneheads
I think the Bluetooth is a great little gadget and if I made more than five phone calls a month I’d probably get one myself. But there comes a time to take the Bluetooth off and I’m taking a public stand: I hereby refuse to talk to anybody wearing one in a social situation. That’s right, the next time I’m at a party or a club and someone sporting cockroach ear tries to engage me in coversation, I’ll inform them of my position and walk away. I think the only exception would be if I had a heart attack and someone needed their hands free while they received CPR instructions over the phone. Then I’d answer their questions. But really, how many other good reasons are there for wearing a Bluetooth at a party?
The Bluetooth says to me, “I’m expecting a call so urgent that I can’t even pull my phone out of my pocket to take it.” Actually, more often it says to me, “I’m a jackass with a new toy I want everybody to see.” Either way, chatting up this fool can only be a waste of my time.
