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I’m going to try this:
Although I have a feeling I’ll be buying a lot of dinners.
Can we do something like this for taxes?
It’s the Credit Card game!
Come up to the northwest, Rob. I’ll always accept a free meal. ;)
Well, I’ll tell you one thing for sure…. wait, an email just came in…
I’ve seen far too many tables at restaurants where everyone was busy with some electronic device, and nobody was talking to anyone actually at the table. A week or so ago we were at an upscale Italian place, and I saw two men in their seventies or eighties. Both were on the phone.
So, yea, I would play.
Is turning your phone off at meals some peculiar midwestern practice?
Grrr…technological failure of a double post.
Love this idea. May have to try it with a couple friends…
Having shared at least a couple of hundred meals with Rob over the years, my reaction to this is: HAHHAHAHHAHAH! There’s no way Rob (or admittedly, I) would last more than 5 minutes doing this. R, Let’s split the check and keep the phones in our pockets.
Rob, I’ve seen you “praying” over your phone during a meal and social time. You’re going to need a bigger bank account.
So, what? We’re suppose to engage in human interaction!?
You won’t even get a “buy-in” from most people.
I win! (I have no cell phone.)
Since we’re talking about the inexorable pull of smartphones and it’s almost Halloween, I thought I would share my favorite New Yorker cover of all time.
I’d lose. In my defense, it’s what I’m paid for. I wish the things didn’t exist.
Give me your number and I’ll put you on robo-dial every day at 6 pm PST.
What is it that makes a person so indispensable (or the dinner company so much less important than those who call) that he can’t turn the phone off and enjoy the company? If I’m in conversation with someone who answers the phone while I’m talking to them, the conversation’s over.
For years (until I was required to by my employer) I never carried a cell phone. Why?
Because no one ever called to take work off of my hands. Or give me money.
My daughter and I have an agreement: no phones when we are dining together. If one of us gets up to use the ladies room, the one still seated may check briefly, but must put the phone down upon the return of the other. I had dinner in NYC with my husband the other night. He spent a lot of time looking at and playing with his phone. I felt like I was dining alone.
In my case, there are three reasons that my husband or I get a phone call I’m not expecting: someone is dead/injured/borderline suicidal, there’s an emergency at work, or it’s an unsolicited contact.
Anybody who eats with me and throws a fit when I glance at my phone, get huge eyes and say “oh…no… I’ll be right back, this is an emergency” can go jump in a lake.
I’ve got a brother in the Navy, my parents are ranchers and my sister has an abusive ex. I am not going to gamble that they called at an abnormal time for anything less than a major reason, since they never do that.