I look across the aisle and see one of my biggest pet peeves on the planet concerning cell phones.
An OD packed notification bar.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it a lot.
You KNOW this is the person who is good for phrases like:
“didn’t get your text. ”
“No I didn’t get that in my inbox.”
“You sent that? When?
“Oh yeah I found it lol…..😐.”
You know at work that voice mails go to their phone to die lonely miserable deaths. Emails come back malnourished. Christmas cards unopened. P.O. Box might as well have a gigabyte limit before they close it.
There should be a smart phone task force who’s sole job is to patrol their jurisdiction and examine smartphones to confirm if they are smarter than their owner using a series of tests like:
-notification bar population
– % of silent mode usage.
-age appropriate apps. Ex. You 25+ and don’t have a dictionary app or at least Wikipedia
– battery percentage by 8:30am
Just to name a few.
Failure is costly. Notification lady would have her stuff dubbed and be given a flip phone and save the data for people who actually want to use it.
No mercy.
Ryde hard or stay home.
The Book of Neth 