Like, I Love Cell Phones!

I still have to post on New York, but first a pet peeve. I am sitting in a computer lab right now. It is silent...except for this one young lady talking loudly on her cell phone. To quote Michelle Tanner, "How Rude." Seriously. What makes this young woman think I want to hear all about her St. Patrick's day plans while I am trying to do work? Now not only do I know she has got some seriously awesome plans, but I also know her name is Patty O'Conner and I have no problem telling all of you her name because the entire computer lab already knows. I mean, she just HAS to celebrate because she is SO Irish. I'm sorry, but in addition to hating loud cell phone talkers, I also hate St. Patrick's Day. I don't really get it. I think if it were more about being Irish I might respect it more, but really it just seems like public drunkfest. If that's what you are into, I guess good for you, expect that on St. Patrick's Day, everyone else has to tolerate watching drunk idiots roam the streets, harassing passers by. If I see one more Greek/Italian/Polish/Jewish boy yell "WOoooo I love being Irish!" I might die. It's a lot less private than getting smashed at a bar where I don't have to see you.
So back to hating loud cell phone talkers. On the plane home from New York we were, of course, delayed on the runaway once we arrived at O'hare. No big surprised. Everyone rushes to turn on their cell phone (including myself). Fine. I have no problem with people calling the folks who will pick them up telling them we are sitting in the plane waiting. What I DO have a problem with is the young lady sitting across from screaming valley girl style into her phone. She wasn't even on an aisle or a window seat where she could lean away from those sitting next to her. She was in the middle. The people sitting next to her had nowhere to go!
Girl: Oh My God, I am totally sitting on the runway. I, like, think we might be here for, like, awhile. So are we going out?
Pause.
Girl: Oh my god you are seeing HER? pause. Totally I really want to meet her, maybe I can scare her off if she is bitchy. Ill like, totally tag along and if its like, not going well, then I can start flirting with you and maybe she'll go away. OH my god, I can't believe you are dating her. Chicago is, like, going to be fucking awesome. We will, like, have, like, the best time EVER! Let's get, like, totally wasted! I'm serious. It's gonna be awesome. WHOOOOOOO I love being IRISH!

Idiot. I do have to give her credit though. Not a self-conscious bone in her body. Most people would be uncomfortable with an entire plane starring at them. Not her. No, in fact, I think it gave her more gusto. I hate to be like a mom about this, but people should have to pass a test before they get a cell phone. If whispering and tact aren't in your repertoire, sorry, it's pay phones for you.