November 3, 2003
Cell Your Soul
Who says irony is dead? An abbington woman died in an accident yesterday while talking to her friend on her cell phone. Her last words informed the friend that she was about to get into an accident... right before she ploughed her car into a Cingular cell phone store.
Yes, you read that right. Sadly for her and her family,
according to Boston.com, this woman died in surgery afterward. On the bright side, it doesn't appear she took anyone with her.
Folks - be careful out there.
Posted by James at November 3, 2003 11:51 AM
Cars are for driving. Cars are not moble telephone booths.
I don't like cell phones.
I will never own a cell phone.
I don't like to see people driving, especially next to me, while chatting away on cell phones. It makes me nervous, and this story illustrates precisely why.
The famous phrase from the '60s has many applications in the Age of Multitasking: "Be here now."
That's right, folks. Be here now, be somewhere else later. When you're behind the wheel, focus on the task at hand: driving.
Another adage is equally important:
Know your limits. Expanding your limits is hard, rewarding work. But if you don't know your limits by testing them carefully, you'll put yourself and others in danger.
The same applies to folks who think they can climb a mountain during a blizzard. And such.
Some people can't multitask well and shouldn't be using cell phones while driving. Or changing radio stations while driving. Or talking while driving.
I have a hands-free headphone and it suits me fine. Cell phones don't bother me because I can always turn it off it I don't want to be bothered. That, and it is my only phone.
I love my cell phone. Not because I feel I'm important or anything, but rather because it gives me a nubmer I can give people that reaches
me and not my house.
Cell phones are a recent enough phenomenon that there isn't much in the way of ettiquete ingrained into people regarding their use. F'rinstance, people will talk loudly next to you in a store into a phone, but if you sidle up next to them and try to look like you're listening in, they give you a nasty look.