Way Too Much Information

Let me paraphrase a line from my favorite comic, Chris Rock -– I love people, but I hate them on the cell phone.  I am astounded by how insular and rude people can be.  Here are three scenarios from my recent business trip:

“The name is STRAUS. S-T-R-A-U-S,” bellowed the fellow sitting near me (and many others).  He waved his arms, grimaced, looked at the ceiling, rolled his eyes, and, I suppose, assumed we all empathized with the exasperation of dealing with someone he deemed subhuman at the other end of his Bluetooth earpiece.  I think he misread the situation.

While waiting in this crowded area for the flight to board, a lady moved closer to me, either in search of a clearer signal or so I could be privy to a private conversation about her sleeping habits.

“Oh, it’s not your fault, I forgot to set my alarm.  I’m not mad at you.”  Can't she find reception anywhere else?

On a delayed flight, while waiting to get ATC clearance, a teenager across the aisle was trying to explain to her mother why she was going to be late.  She kept saying she couldn’t understand what her mom was saying--so, unbelievably, she put her mom on speakerphone.  Did she think that we would all pitch in and help her to decode her mother’s garbled words?

When I teach, I discuss the imminence of cell phone marketing.  Many feel that it won’t work because it’s too intrusive, but I’m not so sure.  Intrusive seems to be the name of the game.  What was it I heard long ago, something about the medium being the message?

--Scott Hornstein

Comments

[cheap oakley sunglasses]

Wonderful page may make endless growth, with thanks present, all the build up about skills can be to keep on getting to know, curiosity is normally the start of immense success.