Oye, que pasa, we were just having a conversation. No? I was under the impression that we were having what some would call a “back and forth”, but obviously you disagree with me. Should I apologize? Maybe I should. Lo siento. I’m sorry. That blue, squared device is obviously more interesting than the words that are coming out of my mouth.
You have a Blackberry. You are OBVIOUSLY more important than me.
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve wanted to place that little machine somewhere very special. Perhaps somewhere that two thumbs cannot be used with such voracity. Not without practice anyway.
You have a Blackberry. Your job is SO important that it is absolutely necessary for you to be reached, via a written e-mail, at all times of the day.
The thing that makes me scratch my mustache in wonder is why so many government workers need to have a Blackberry. Isn’t this device of Satan meant to speed things up? What branch of the government works quickly? Would the DMV be faster if they all had Blackberries? Because if that’s going to make the woman with the little diamonds in her nails let me renew my driver’s license, then I say give them all one.
I was at my favorite pupuseria the other day when I looked to my right to see someone placing their blackberry on the bar. Why? Why do you do this? Can’t you keep this in your pocket or purse? Why must you mix annoying technology with my pupusas?
Is a belt clip really necessary? I don’t like the feeling of keys in my pockets either, but I fight through the pain because I like to open locked things that are mine. If you NEED to have access to e-mail on the bus then I think you can stand keeping it stored where no one can see it. Too big? Complain so that they make them smaller.
Send them an e-mail, from the bar, while we’re having a conversation…