Phones and the obsession therewith.
People who constantly lose and break their phones make me nuts. Just put it in your pocket or your pocketbook. Don’t leave it lying about.
If you’re riding the Ferris wheel or kayaking down the Mississippi, then why are you talking on the phone?
You shouldn’t drop it in the toilet because nobody wants to talk to you while you’re tending to bathroom matters anyway.
Also? Just because it rings does not mean you have to answer it.
My friend Lynn is the best person I know because if we are out to dinner and it rings, she does not answer the damn phone unless she has warned me ahead of time that she is expecting a call, and even so, she tends to business in a hurry. Whoever is calling can wait until we are finished dining or find the can opener themselves or call 911. And my company is apparently plenty good for her without talking to people who are not actually present.
I, personally, try to be conscientious of my phone manners and sometimes I fail, but I swear I see people out to dinner and everybody at the table is on the phone with someone else, or is texting, or worse, one person is and the other is just sitting there patiently waiting, and all I can think is they must purely hate each other.
That is all.