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I work in a fairly large office complex with retail shops on the first floor.  People are milling about all day.  For every 3 people you see, one or two of them will be on the phone. 

 

I don’t get it.

 

No really, I don’t get it.

 

With the possible exception of talking to my family in Colorado, here is my typical phone conversation.  These are not excerpts, it is the whole conversation.

 

“Hey.  I am on my way home.  Do you need me to pick anything up?  K, love ya.”

 

“Hey are we still meeting at the Wing Factory tonight?  Cool, see ya then.”

 

“Hey, I am stuck in a meeting.  I am going to be 45 minutes late.”

 

That pretty well sums up my phone conversations.  Now I do text snarky comments to coworkers, but that doesn’t really count as a conversation.

 

My question is this:  who are people talking to on the phone?  What on Earth are they talking about? 

 

I am a fairly conversant guy, but conversation is somewhat lacking when you cannot see the other person’s expressions.  I would rather have coffee with someone that mindlessly babble on the phone.  Many of these people are coworkers on a smoke break.  I know what they do and it does not require calling.  Most of them are cube rats.

 

Maybe I am just a antisocial sociopath.  Is there a support group for the cellular phone challenged?