So, this past Sunday, my wife had this brilliant idea to hit a local chicken wing establishment for some take-out sustenance for the second half of the Chicago Bears game. (We shall hereinafter call said sustenance the “wings of doom.” When we left the house, the Bears were up 21-7. By the time we finished the last of them they were losing and ultimately lost the game, 31-24.)

But that’s not the point of the story.

While we waited, a young mother and her child, who I would guess to be the age of 5 or 6 were sharing what seemed to be an enchanted mother/daughter moment. How cute, we thought as we watched them.

While we waited for our order, the counter guy repeatedly called the same name over and over again to tell them their order was ready.

Ultimately, what seemed to be an enchanted moment was oddly not. The mother was actually talking on her cell phone to someone and did not hear her order called three times. Her daughter was sitting silently looking over mom’s shoulder at another TV instead of looking in to her mom’s eyes to share what appeared to be a magic moment.

Never stopping the conversation, mom grabbed the wings and fries, took them to the table and continued to talk with someone who was obviously VERY important while her daughter wondered why there was football on TV instead of Sesame Street and ate in silence.

Apologies to Dennis Miller, I don’t want to go off on a rant here, but people, can you please put the cell phone down every once in a while, please?

Can you actually talk to the person you are with face to face, without checking for texts?

Can you buy a loaf of bread in the grocery store without looking like a lunatic who appears to talking to himself while choosing whole wheat or white? (Dontcha love those Blue Teeth people?)

And don’t even get me started on how you delay an entire self check out line talking to someone quite obviously important while slowly scanning your purchase. Yes, I’m talking to you Mister Burly Man on the cover photo of this blog.

And here’s the worst. I was at work dropping the Browns off at the pool as my cousin would say, and the guy in the stall next to me strikes up a conversation with someone on his cell phone. He just starts chatting away while sitting on the pot. So, to let the party on the other line get the picture, I flushed for no damn reason three times in a row.

That’s the world we live in today, people. Got myself all wound up there. So, I’ll see ya next week. I’ve got a call to make, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.