A certain chain of coffee houses is now my bane; I quit patronizing them. They served an excellent cup of coffee, to be sure, but if your purchase came with the notion of sitting down at one of their tables it sometimes came with an awful cachet: Somebody would occupy the chair nearby and pull out his cellphone to give people within a 30-foot radius one half of a conversation in a voice you'd swear could have been overheard at a Metallica concert. I got up and moved, and the last time I was in one of their stores I moved three times, the last removing me forever from the premises.
To be fair, I have appreciated those individuals who have taken their calls outside in consideration of customers indoors. Unfortunately such an option isn't possible at 36,000 feet.
Drinking in a coffee house I could find another seat. Once you are in an assigned seat on an airplane the chances of moving are nil if the caller arrogantly tells you it's his legal right.
Bad enough the little room I have inside a plane where I'm trapped until reaching my destination. I don't want to have to hear several booming voices competing in such a limited space.
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Reader, do you think I am making an unreasonable request to ask the Deltas, etc., to deny cellphones on their flights? Then at least consider: Would it bother you if the same privilege were extended to pilots and co-pilots?
What next? Wii in the aisles?
-- BINK OWEN, Walla Walla