Before setting out on my run to Toronto last Sunday, I stopped into the Timmy’s on Highway 28 to grab a coffee for the road.
A cell phone rang among a group of teenagers sitting at a table near the door. All reached for their pockets at once and then of them, one of the girls, began to freak out.
She had left her cell phone somewhere, and it was if she had lost her best friend. And maybe she had.
This is apparently called nomophobia — as in “no mobile phone” phobia.
I learned this on Twitter, and it is apparently the fastest-growing phobia in our universe.
I don’t doubt it.
Even in Bancroft, kids can’t get their noses out of the iPhones, just like in Toronto where they are walking into buildings, missing their subway stops and getting run over at crosswalks because they are 1.) on their cellphone and 2.), plugged into the iPods.
By the next millennium, if the world makes it, our youth will have hands with thumbs only, and verbal discourse will have the way of a landline.
In Bancroft, at least, they stand a chance of at least surviving the crossing of most streets.
Come summer’s traffic it will be a little more dodgy.Looking both ways has become a lost art.
Just like proper spelling in text messages.