When we went to New York on vacation we ate a restaurant
where space was limited and the tables too close for comfort. Not only did I
hear the guy at the table beside us talking to his wife, but I also heard what
he was thinking. Yes, we were that close. When I reached for my spoon I
accidentally grabbed his spoon. When I reached for my napkin I accidentally
grabbed his napkin. When I reached down to scratch my leg I accidentally
scratched his leg. When I stretched my feet and accidentally touched his I
found myself in a brief, illicit game of footsie. When I apologized, saw his
expression and heard his thoughts I slapped him. How dare he think that.
There was a time before cell phones when we ate family
dinners and talked to each other. While eating dinner if the phone rang we didn’t
answer it because the only person rude enough to interrupt dinner was a
telemarketer. We would balk at their rudeness. Now it seems not only do we
allow distractions, we welcome them.
I understand using your cell to text, talk, play games or do
whatever while eating if you’re alone.
However, if you’re with someone and your attention is on your phone and not
your dinner companion, then you’ve just invited the telemarketer to dinner.
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