Throw Your Phone Into The Pool

This story has nothing to do with the bar, but sometimes I like to write something personal.

I’m at my son’s swim meet, I’m in the front row of bleachers, and I have the strong urge to throw my cell phone into the pool. Part of it might be, to see how I’d react. Would I be upset?  Probably. But then, I did it to myself, didn’t I?

If I didn’t have children, I would DEFINITELY not have a cell phone. Want to get in touch with me?  Sure, no problem. You know where I work. Come on in. I’ll have a phone and a computer at home. Call me there, if I’m not home, leave a message. Ok, don’t want to do that?  Email me, Facebook me, there you go. No problems getting in touch with me.

But I’m tethered to my phone. Sometimes, I want to be unreachable. Think of the freedom you’d have without your cell phone. You’d walk around, and not have to worry about someone infringing on your alone time. And I love my alone time. As should you.

So here I am, sitting in the stands, maybe after I’m done writing this, I’ll just chuck my phone in the pool.

And then be really upset by it.

Only for a moment.

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.

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