My wife and I were in Branson last week, and we stopped to eat at a fifties-style restaurant. We began talking and remarking that so far we hadn't seen anyone playing with their smart phones. In walked a mother who looked to be in her mid to late forties and her two teen daughters.
Not only did the teens immediately whip out their smart phones upon sitting in their booth and start the hocus pocus, their mother did the same thing. So my wife and I, who were sitting directly across from them, started laughing (which we tried to stifle.) Which did not disturb the enraptured trio across from us one bit.
What is so captivating about a smart phone that people must fiddle with it constantly?
You ask “What is so captivating about a smart phone that people must fiddle with it constantly?”
It’s the same captivation that used to be offered by cigarettes. Probably just as addictive, too.
Hard to say, but I’ve become addicted. I don’t use it away from home if I’m with other people, though. Yet. I use it mostly to go on FreeRepublic. Maybe that’s the actual addiction?
I’ve got a smart phone but it sits home unless the wife and I are out on the motorcycle and we carry it for a couple reasons 1). We breakdown 2). Weather
I’m always getting asked, “Did you get the text I sent you?” my response is I couldn’t tell you the phoones at the home or still on my bike.
It is shield against actual conversation.