Hand him a cell phone and he’ll sit still. We sat behind a fellow during a funeral who played with his phone during the entire service. He stood for hymns – when his wife grabbed him by the elbow – but didn’t sing or even glance up from whatever was so fascinating about that bloody phone.
Hand him a cell phone and he’ll sit still. We sat behind a fellow during a funeral who played with his phone during the entire service. He stood for hymns – when his wife grabbed him by the elbow – but didn’t sing or even glance up from whatever was so fascinating about that bloody phone.