My wife and I were in a Mexican restaurant a week or so back. A young couple walked in with 2 toddlers. The wife was yapping on her cell when they walked in while her husband was trying to corral the kids. She did take the time to stop her conversation, which everyone in the place got to share since she was so loud, to order for herself and the kids. The husband seemed to be totally clueless on how to manage the kids so they were adding to the white noise coming from their Mom. From what all of us there could gather, this conversation she was having had zero to do with anything that couldn't have waited till they left the place.
We finished our meal while this woman tried to eat hers with her cell attached to the side of her head.
I told my wife as we walked to my truck that if I had to live my life with my phone glued to the side of my head, I would be looking for a different course in life. My cell is my personal and my business phone but the last thing I will ever allow it to become is my master.