By Bertie Brouhard
Craving a burger after a recent trip abroad I recently made a beeline for In-N-Out on Olive Drive. Dining in savoring my Double-Double with cheese, fries and chocolate shake (consistently delicious) I was struck by how very quiet my surroundings were. It was busy. I suspect a normal lunch hour. A dozen or so white clad employees crowned by chef overseas caps and secured by large safety pins holding tight their aprons were slicing, dicing, frying, serving. Filling orders. The drive-thru was backed up, the inside big bench occupied by customers waiting to pick up their meals, and the indoor and outdoor dining areas crowded with tradesmen, high school and college kids and a couple old townies like me. The few conversations (albeit brief) were those of other old schoolers needing to voice their orders at the walkup counter, the server calling out numbers for pickup and those I suppose shouting theirs from their vehicles into the drive-thru box.
Other than one older couple rambling in Spanish I didn’t see or hear one ongoing verbal conversation amongst the several dozen inside dining customers or the dozen or so fast moving employees. The employees were not on their phones but all the customers; burger, fries or drink in one hand had their cell phones in their other. The singles, doubles, threesomes and foursomes all we glued to theirs.
How sad! I for one miss good conversations. This “beast” (mine and your mobile, cellular phone) needs some usage guidelines, etiquette training perhaps; maybe a day or two weekly of rest (turned “off’.) The scene while munching my lunch got me thinking about my tech journey and our phones’ overblown importance and unbridled use.
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