I see you think I’m not very interesting

Would it kill you to leave your cell alone for 30 seconds while we’re together?

I see you think I’m not very interesting

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An open letter to the person with whom I was having a nice conversation until he looked down at his phone and started pecking away at the keyboard for, like, 10 minutes.

Dear Señor Jerkface,

I’m not a big “manners” person. I don’t care which fork you use to eat your salad, so long as it’s not mine. But while you and I are dining together, perhaps you would deign to keep your hands and eyes off your mobile phone for more than 30 seconds at a time.

No? Very well—might I see your device for a moment? How sleek and stylish! And how very clumsy of me to accidentally drop it into my soup, then drop the soup into a crocodile, then push the crocodile out of a helicopter.

Don’t get me wrong: I understand how important it is for you to stay in constant, utterly relentless touch with your many friends, avatars and close, personal LinkedIn contacts. I grasp what a gruelling ordeal it now will be for your Twitter followers to go 90 whole minutes without knowing precisely where you stand on quantitative easing or the introduction of Cousin Oliver on The Brady Bunch. On the other hand: I AM SITTING RIGHT HERE.

Ah, I see you have a second phone. And I am all out of crocodiles. So be it.

Forgive me for interjecting as you enter the third exciting minute of “texting a buddy,” but perhaps you have heard of a new gimmick meant to restore actual human eye contact to meals. Upon arriving at a restaurant, all those who are dining together must place their phones in the middle of the table: the first person to reach for his or her device is obliged to pick up the entire dinner tab. I for one think this is a great idea but would add one small tweak: everyone at the table should also get to stab that person in the hand with a fork.

I take it from your reaction that you don’t support this—and also that my fork hurts.

Let me assure you, dear friend, that I am not blind to the virtues of the smartphone. It empowers instant communication. It enhances workplace productivity, especially if your company is in the business of obliterating green cartoon pigs. Plus, as you have demonstrated, it provides a convenient way to let people know they are not very interesting.

This used to be much harder in the olden days, when you’d have to use subtle signals like theatrical yawning. Now when your friends start telling you about the accomplishments of their children, you can simply glance at your device. It’s a real time saver.

Ah, your phone is vibrating yet again. I sense my opportunity approaching.

You: Sorry, I just need to . . . [You lapse into silence.]

Me: Hey, can I have one of your kidneys?

You: [Distracted] Mmm hmm.

Me: Great!

You: [Looking up] Sorry, what did you just say?

Me: [Reaching for scalpel.]

I agree you are by no means alone in your habits. In the days before the last federal election, I sat down for drinks with five Ottawa journalists—and at one point, ALL OF THEM lapsed into silence, staring into their phones. I didn’t know what to do. Should I look at my phone and pretend I had an urgent message to return? Would five smartphones even fit inside a crocodile?

Perhaps you’ve been led to believe that your station in life is of sufficient importance that you are justified in the comically habitual checking of your emails and texts. And maybe you’re right! After all, there are three groups of people who get a free pass to constantly gaze at their phones during dinner:

1. Brain surgeons who abruptly left in the middle of brain surgery and are checking in to see if maybe they ought go back and finish the brain surgery.

2. Current presidents of the United States of America. (Basketball scores only.)

3. Cuba Gooding Jr. (When so few job offers come your way, you simply can’t be tardy in replying.)

If you don’t fit into one of these categories, perhaps you could hold off on using your phone until you pretend to need to go to the bathroom but later I discover you were actually in there retweeting the results of Tony Clement’s squash game.

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I see you think I’m not very interesting

  1. —-Couldn`t agree more with you here Feschuk.
    I have it up to here with talking, and texting, and checking phones on buses, in a group, on the highway.
    The group phone check is bad enough but when you are in a one on one conversation with a friend and he-she chooses to check an e-mail, answer a useless phone call, or the worst—send a quick reply to a useless text—-I`m outta here—gone in mid sentence—go play with your phone.

  2. Excellent!  These folks are pretenders – that is, people who “pretend to be important” – and pretending that there are urgent items on their smartphones is the way to show it to the world.  But, we are on to them – they are just ill-mannered!  Very few things are so important that they cannot wait for the duration of a meeting or dinner (or that cannot be dealt with during discreet breaks). Cheers.

  3. You self righteous jerk! How dare you deny me the right to stay connected wi..hold on a sec…

    • I think Calvin just walked out on you.

  4. Sadly not far off the mark. For fun throw someones phone off a roof and watch them jump after it.

    Smart phones indeed.

  5. Spot on.  The all-important instant access to such ‘Brink of Armageddon’ messages as “what’s for dinner?”  and ” Don’t forget Jimmy has a piano lesson next week”.
    It’s the new smoking – a disgusting, addictive habit and besides – chances are if these twitter twats turned off their little brain soothers, they wouldn’t be able to engage in meaningful conversation anyway – unless of course there’s an app for that.

  6. Maybe he’s just not that into you.

  7. I find it hard to believe you’ve all missed the opportunity here: Scott, next time just start texting them right back at the table – you’ll have a much more productive conversation. Oral conversation is so, oh, 2005.

  8. Perhaps if you had turned your phone on Scott and paid attention you would have noticed he was texting you?

  9. The more wired you are, the more disconnected you are from the reality that surrounds you.

    • Try decaf.

    • So true!  Have you heard of those disturbing cases of people walking in front of trains with their headphones on.  Several years ago a helicopter fell out of the sky on a man wearing headphones and walking.  He didn’t even hear it. 

  10. That’s when you just text the person from across the table to make sure everything is okay…

  11. Let the speculation begin!  Who is Senor Jerkface?*

    Andrew Coyne when he was getting a text from the NP?^

    *No, I have never met Scott Feschuk.
    ^Hey, I not saying AC is a Senor Jerkface.  I’m just trying to read Scott Feschuk’s mind…  oh, for the love of god!  NO! NO! Turn it off!  Turn! It! OFF!

  12. Walk out on the the jerk after you’ve eaten …leaving him/her with the tab…..

  13. 10 thumbs up to you Scott!  I get a little shaky if I leave the house without my iPhone but when it comes to texting/talking/playing on it whilst in the company of others…I draw the line.  I can’t think of anything more ignorant than people turning to their phones because it beeped or vibrated. 

  14. Amen, bruthah!  Nothing to stroke your insecurities like being ignored in lieu of Angry Birds.  Plus, how do we know they’re actually texting at all and not just using the phone as a prop??  I think The Offenders should have to tell us, word for word, exactly what they’re typing and to whom it is being sent.  Then we can not only have some of their attention back, but we can share our outstanding intellect to help them create better messages.  ;)

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