My Mom Works...a Lot
On our last day at Disney, bags in tow, mom capitalized on the 18-story elevator ride to check her messages.
So my mom is a big businesswoman. If it were possible, her boss would've implanted her cellphone into her crainum long ago. And that was way before Bluetooth technology. She could balance baking birthday cakes with board-room meetings.
On vacation at mini-paradise Disney World, there were at least a four hours of imposed silence for her to carry on with her business, and then we'd knock off at night watching the '90s hit sitcom _Friends._ It was the central perk for her laughter.
On our last day at Disney, bags in tow, mom capitalized on the 18-story elevator ride to check her messages. Knowing our agreement, the only disruption my mom faced was the chatty blond fashionista on the way up. As the flashblubs went off and as the elevator doors opened, a little lightbulb went off in my mom's head, and her cellphone clattered on the floor.
She had just missed her moment to mentally sit on that large green comfy couch to banter with "Rachel Green":http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rachel_Green and company. She had just missed her _Friends_ moment.
Lesson learned: Talking on a cellphone in an elevator isn't good for anyone. Service everywhere, still missed connections.