Ladies: Ever hear of “Zeebox?” It’s an app which watches your TV shows, right along with you and offers the kind of chatter and gossip you may crave. Never will you get that kind of attention and companionship from your man. He’s not even interested in the shows you watch.
Gentlemen: If your wife walked in front of the TV, in very suggestive clothing and your favorite team was playing some very important-to-you game, would you notice? Her, that is? Would you notice her or would you rather banter with other dudes who are rooting for your team on this incredible new app?
I was talking about the app to a friend at lunch yesterday when my cell phone rang.
“Don’t answer that,” she said. “Or you get to pay the tab for lunch.”
Who made that rule?
“I did,” she said. “If I answer my phone, I have to pay. Isn’t that a great idea?
Yes, of course, it is.
We chatted away for just a few minutes, free of cell phone tyranny. It did feel liberating, I thought. We laughed about communication breakdown, football games and soap opera chats with strangers, in lieu of personal intimacies.
But I couldn’t help pay too much attention to the four people at the table next to us. The three men and one woman dressed for “success,” seemed to be deep in conversation or negotiation or at least in something that looked to be interesting.
People never, or almost never, dress in such serious clothes, anymore. My friend agreed.
Their cell phones were all in plain view, neatly next to their place settings. One… two… three,…four… Yes, I counted them.
I was spending more time watching these strangers than dialoguing with my good friend. I won’t do that again.
A phone rang, startling the woman to whom it belonged. She reached for it but did not answer. “Sorry,” she smiled at her companions, as she stared at the phone and then clicked it off.
Maybe she was afraid that she’d have to pay the bill too.
No more than two minutes later, another phone rang. This time it belonged to the man who seemed to be in charge. He was somewhat older than the others and had a presence. He screened the caller and clicked off his phone, just as another call came in to his right.
The young owner of this phone played his cards just right. He clicked it off without even looking.
The “boss-guy” nodded in approval.
If this were a group interview, he would have gotten the job.
Lunch time was over and it was time to go back to work. I hadn’t even asked my friend about her life.
Why Even Meet for Lunch?
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