My current mentor was telling me last week that she had a deaf student in her class last year who had to have an ASL interpreter. The one interpreter sat at the front of the room and texted through the whole class. That person would have been out of my class. That is a terrible example to set for the students.
When I worked in the restaurant, I used to loathe the people that placed orders and couldn't even set the phone down for the 30 seconds that would take. My mom waited tables for many years, and when she had a person at a table on the phone, she'd walk over and say, "When you're finished your conversation, I'll be back to take your order," and walk away before they could call her back. I see a lot of signs these days at restaurants telling people to get off the phone to order. It's minimal courtesy, not only to the other people in line--because you're right that it clogs up the whole line (and people also don't want to hear an over-loud rendition of little Dylan's soccer practice or how Grandpa's colonoscopy went while creeping up to the counter at Starbucks)--but to the server or cashier, who contrary to popular belief, is a human being and deserves a baseline level of courtesy as a result.
I've always wanted to go up to one of those people with the obnoxious blinking earpieces inserted in the side of their head and say, "OMG! I'm not sure you know but ... don't panic now ... but the aliens have implanted something into your brain. Don't panic, I think we can still get it out!" If people had any idea how silly they look, strutting around with a phone literally stuck in their ear, they might rethink the wisdom of that (and their own inflated sense of self-importance).
My current mentor was telling me last week that she had a deaf student in her class last year who had to have an ASL interpreter. The one interpreter sat at the front of the room and texted through the whole class. That person would have been out of my class. That is a terrible example to set for the students.
When I worked in the restaurant, I used to loathe the people that placed orders and couldn't even set the phone down for the 30 seconds that would take. My mom waited tables for many years, and when she had a person at a table on the phone, she'd walk over and say, "When you're finished your conversation, I'll be back to take your order," and walk away before they could call her back. I see a lot of signs these days at restaurants telling people to get off the phone to order. It's minimal courtesy, not only to the other people in line--because you're right that it clogs up the whole line (and people also don't want to hear an over-loud rendition of little Dylan's soccer practice or how Grandpa's colonoscopy went while creeping up to the counter at Starbucks)--but to the server or cashier, who contrary to popular belief, is a human being and deserves a baseline level of courtesy as a result.
I've always wanted to go up to one of those people with the obnoxious blinking earpieces inserted in the side of their head and say, "OMG! I'm not sure you know but ... don't panic now ... but the aliens have implanted something into your brain. Don't panic, I think we can still get it out!" If people had any idea how silly they look, strutting around with a phone literally stuck in their ear, they might rethink the wisdom of that (and their own inflated sense of self-importance).
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