Cellphone Rant
My Hell is a stadium of 20,000+ people in which everyone has a cell phone...Here's why. Say I'm walking down the street. Someone's cell phone happens to go off and thirty-five people all pat themselves down like they are on fire. To boot, the ring tone is nothing but an eardrum-shattering sonic boom of a cute, yet inaccurate version, of the latest pop molasses released for the mindless sheep we call mainstream radio listeners, It seems that the world renowned pocket communicator has swept the world is such a way that even children not a day over twelve feel the need to call their friends on a cell phone that has been so lovingly bestowed upon them by their materialistic and quite egotistical parents with morals that need to have a serious reality check. Who has the money for 600,000 anytime, anywhere, free-night-and-weekend minutes to shell out on a sixteen year old? Not I, yet there are some out there that suffer from gotta-buy-a-cell-phone-cause-my-son/daughter-might-not-look-cool-enough syndrome.
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Jerry Springer, Here's I'm, Abercrombie-clone We're, Birkenstocks Abercrombie, Lincoln Navigators, Comes Hell, cell phone, cell phones, phone call,
Approximate Word count = 749
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)
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