Rally around the flag, boys; I am going to need some cover on this one. Yeah, I know I am a sexist pig. I can’t help it. I was raised one of 4 boys and I now know my mother deserved sainthood, but what is with women and cell phones. Yesterday, I walked into the post office to mail some materials to a new client of mine. If you’re like me than you use the automated station, so as not to get caught in the black hole of the United States Postal Service. The entire time I was at the automated station, a woman at the counter nearby was engaged in an animated cell phone conversation. Frankly, my dear, I am not that interested in the daily minutia that is your life. So biting my tongue, I walked out of the post office only to encounter two more women entering also engaged in loud cell conversations. Seeking the refuge that is my car, I looked over my shoulder while backing out only to find the woman in the automobile on my left was also engaged in cell call. Fortunately, the windows of our cars shielded me from hearing this conversation. By now, the original woman has left the post office and is crossing in front of my car and guess what? She’s still jabbering away. 

     Gals, who are you all talking to? Is there some Mother Ship we men don’t know about? Is Lieutenant Uhura directing you all?  And please, don’t get a Blue Tooth or I really will start believing there is a Uhura Syndrome.