Okay, he demanded a theme song. Is that such a big request!!?
Hey Kids…Dave Here, now dig it...Remember when it use to be that a phone in Mom and Dad’s house used to be the following…
It was a black or perhaps, avocado, bank-safe rotary dial phone on the wall?
And, it was the only phone that you had access to? Remember that?
Damn right, it was a 12 inch by 4 inch, Al Gore “lock box” with a 4 foot cord that could withstand time, nuclear war, and several remakes of Rambo, type of phone.
They were built to last….
What the fuck is going on now!?
People have 2 to 3 phones in the house. A phone in the garage…and a phone in the car, and in their hand!!
And let me tell you about this…The CELL Phone.
I pull up to a traffic light, or the grocery store, or in my wildest dreams, in their coffin, and I can‘t tell who's talkin’ to who.…
I can walk up to a Micky D’s counter, and I don’t know if some chick ahead of me is saying, “Three Big Macs and a side of fries.” or “Did my Dad just die …and if so, what did he leave my uncaring ass?”
And then…Dig it…I’m sitting at a light and some Dickwad is jabbering on his phone when the green arrow lights up.
Can we all turn!? Of course not. Why?Because Dickwad is jabbering on the phone with his wife, daughter, and/or mistress about how Johnny just went pee pee in the corner, and depending on his age and status, that is either good or bad.
Seriously…Who the fuck are you talking to that is soooo important?
Classroom? Do you now the answer?
Of course you don’t. You know why? Because you have the fucking phone shoved to your ear!!
In my classroom, YOU FAIL!!
Instead of an “F”, how about I give those who talk on their phones in inconvenient places a big ol’…
Shut the Fuck Up!!? You have nothing to say!!
I’m done for now…
Dig It,
Dave
