Ah, the perils of urban life. Every week this coastal clamhead drives 250 miles to Manhattan and takes up temporary residence as a not-too-sophisticated urban “eBusiness Advisor.” This means navigating the sidewalks around my office and apartment to find food, caffeine, meet friends, see movies, and make appointments with clients. Each and every expedition leads to a clash with some heads-down-eyes-on-the-smartphone dork who thinks it’s cool to stop in the middle of the sidewalk to finish punching in “OMFG” with their thumbs. I am waiting for that special gruesome moment when someone gets blown out of their Sketchers by a crosstown bus as they blindly jaywalk across the street.
Casey Niestat offers this public service announcement to urban sidewalk texters.
2 thoughts on “I Secretly Want to Punch Walking Texters In the Back of the Head”
Should be a bounty on them!
You realize, you could actually punch them in the face and they wouldn’t see it coming.
Recently, I went skating on a public arena on a Friday night – without realizing it was ‘teen skate night’. There were a host of kids either talking on cell phones or texting while skating on a rather crowded rink. I shuddered to think that they’ll all be driving in a few years.