I'll Call You... on that crap
Ha. Today, in one of my favorite coffee shops, I sat and listened as some fool blathered away into his cell phone. Everyone listened, mostly because you couldn't help but listen on account of how extra loud he thought it was necessary to talk in order to be heard. His call was not a short phone call, nor even a single call, but a stream of my-opinion-on-something and here's-what-we-want-to-do kinds of calls.
In case you didn't know it, the world, especially public venues such as coffee shops and restaurants, are not your office, dodo.
Also, in case you didn't know it, you do not need to talk so loud into most cellphones in order to be heard. Dodo.
In any case, this particular coffee shop is quite famous for not tolerating this kind of behavior, and the staff was rapidly growing antsy for the departure or silence of said dodo.
That moment of silence or departure, it seemed, failed to arrive with sufficient swiftness.
One of the staff walked right up to dodo and said "Hey, could you keep it down?", and dodo- who looked genuinely surprised- hung up and made a hasty departure.
Applause to the staff for respecting the other customers by pointing out the problem to dodo, as well as having the balls to, essentially, insult dodo and quite possibly lose a customer permanently.
I'd really like to see that kind of behavior more, but with our 'customer service' so often being dispensed by people who don't understand the concept or give a damn, well, I don't see that day coming anytime soon.