Crackberry Dingleberries

hi gang,
IMHO, this is the current scourge of our planet - the guys (it seems to be mostly guys?) on their Crackberries and Treos, thumbing furiously or yapping continuously within earshot. It always seems to be the dudes whose social skills resemble that of a flea larvae, so interaction with an inanimate object (and a disembodied voice) is the most they can handle in public. Also, they clearly believe it bestows them a strong whiff of self-importance. "See?" their man-boobs puff out proudly, "There are PEOPLE and TASKS and PROJECTS and AGENDAS that need my immediate attention. I am a valuable member of [Dungeons & Dragons] society!"

Um...actually, you're a fucking tool.