Texting, yeah. I was in line at the pet food store yesterday, and the young man in front of me was staring at the little credit card machine, or so I thought. Then I noticed he was TEXTING while the cashier and myself and my son, both of us holding 35 lb bags of dog food on our shoulders, WAITED for him to GET A CLUE! When I realized what he was doing, and then saw the apologetic look from the young cashier, and being the perimenopausal woman than I am, I said, "Seriously? Are you TEXTING while we all wait for you to finish your transaction???"

After his dirty look towards me, his eyes snapped back to the credit card machine and he mumbled something about the machine taking its time.

Later I dropped my 15 yo son off to play paintball in the sub-40 degree weather, with a bunch of college students, friends of a friend. None of them had gloves or much outerwear, except my son, and that's because he still lives with his mama!

Karen