Cell phones have finally replaced old Ma Bell’s home style clunkers and even this dinosaur has finally ditched her landline in favor of a smart phone (which is way smarter than its operator.)
I don’t think the photo above conveys a realistic message….I’ll tell you why but first let me get a little philosophical on you because I ran smack dap into a puzzling conundrum this morning that left me breathless. First let me set the scene:
The roaring engine of a 46-foot, 18-wheel semi stopped traffic in my neighborhood until the driver could unload something I had ordered. It was 30 cases of books. What was I thinking?
I pretended it was a surprise but the driver knew better. It was my book “Love, Laughter & Losing My Key: A Boomer’s Survival Guide.”
By now you know that my book “Love Laughter and Losing My Keys: A Boomer’s Survival Guide” will be out next week. So I’d best be about surviving this stubborn cancer bugger lest my book title go down the drain with my book sales. The big question is NOW WHAT?
This week, I followed a young man as he wandered through Walmart. I wasn’t stalking him exactly; I was just fascinated by the running dialog he was feeding into his cell phone. Without taking a breath he talked non-stop while he gathered everything from cat food to boxer shorts. He never paused to allow his caller a single word.
Truth be told, I’m probably just as bad although I don’t make it a practice of conducting my business in the middle of Walmart. I suspect we have a listening crisis in the 21st century. With so many things competing for our attention, it’s no wonder listening is no longer a priority.