Cell Hell

There is nothing worse than being at an event and suddenly yours or someone else's cell goes off.  I thought I turned it off, we say, and blush profusely. It takes at least two fumbles before you can find the cell phone and silence it. In the meantime everyone turns toward the sound or gropes for their own device thinking it was theirs doing the offending. There is also the nuisance of someone invading your private time with their inane cell prattling or texting. Exes are famous for this. Or smother mothers.  You could cheerfully take either the phone or the caller and toss them into next week. That kind of idiot knows perfectly well that a particular time is yours, but there is some perverse purpose  to annoy you.  Like a mosquito drilling into the night, too late, they have achieved their goal.  You want to, but you can't swat this trouble-maker in the gills as you would a bug.  Alas, that would give the perp something to whine about. No, you screen the pest and make sure that your cell phone, next time, is located in a place where it can't be  heard.  I love my phone and it can be a lifesaver - if only others had the common courtesy and maturity to ahere to good cell phone manners.