Pho-NO, you didn't!

I know my blog has unintentionally turned into a place for public reprimands, but, like Uncle Ben said "With great blog-space, comes great responsibility." Something like that.

So today's rant is actually yesterday's rant.

 Yes. That's a Mormonad. It's come to this.

Ladies, Gentlemen:

When attending a religious meeting our minds should (hopefully) be focused on whatever divine message is being shared. I know we can't always control how engaging the topic or speaker is, but we can still listen or at least pretend.

BUT

the phones MUST. BE. PUT. AWAY.

I highly doubt, at 21, you are a medical professional in need of constant patient updates.

Your friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, potential girlfriend/boyfriend, drug dealer can wait an hour.

And no matter how "stealth" you think you are being, it isn't working.

Yes, I see you, yes you, on the stand. Texting away.
Fail.

And you, the one with both hands in your purse, I know what you're doing. We all do.
Fail.

Slow typer. I see you, too. Even when you move at an infinitesimally slow rate, I see the phone and your super awkward slow finger curls.
FAIL.

So can we maybe have just one hour without out our cellular besties? Please?

Cause, one day soon I'm gonna slap those suckers outta your hand. Which won't be very Christ-like. Then I'll feel bad...and look crazy, which is bad. And you'll have a broken phone and a broken relationship, which is also bad.

So, avoid irreparable damage to your social life and mine, and just power down for that one block on Sunday.