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The other day Rachel and I were driving around town in route to accomplish some missions since she returned from Fine Arts and Youth Convention in Charlotte. I had no idea it was going to be the day of bumper stickers and signs that it was going to be. Our first occurrence was shortly after I had picked her up. We got behind a car and I for some reason checked out the bumper sticker.
I know it's hard to see (and I think I scared her when taking a picture of her car, but it asks the question "How's my driving?" The number to call is "1-800-EAT-*&%$" I got all kinds of warm feelings when I read it. Imagine what has to happen in your life for your initial contact with a person to be this? Talk about baggage. To purchase, apply, proclaim. Someone is in need of a Jesus Hug.
The next came at the DMV, no independently owned and operated thereby resulting in faster service and more efficient exchanges. Before that, we had to hit the County Assessor and get a claim ticket and when approaching the room, this sign was displayed 3 times before reaching the counter.
How many times did they need to display it? How many people walked up to the counter and tried to continue an otherwise meaningless conversation and deal with business transactions? What has the world come to that everything is met with a cellphone? It seems you can't have a conversation with anyone without having a text message, instant message, email message or picture message being done at the same time. To not be able to put the phone down and complete a government issued request shows a lot about where we have come. Technology, the blessing and the burden. I bet they didn't have that kind of sign when Morse code was around. "Excuse me, Mr. Chandler, please put down your communication device." I think someone needs to reestablish rules / guidelines / conduct policies for our ever connected society. It seems nowhere is safe.
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I know it's hard to see (and I think I scared her when taking a picture of her car, but it asks the question "How's my driving?" The number to call is "1-800-EAT-*&%$" I got all kinds of warm feelings when I read it. Imagine what has to happen in your life for your initial contact with a person to be this? Talk about baggage. To purchase, apply, proclaim. Someone is in need of a Jesus Hug.
The next came at the DMV, no independently owned and operated thereby resulting in faster service and more efficient exchanges. Before that, we had to hit the County Assessor and get a claim ticket and when approaching the room, this sign was displayed 3 times before reaching the counter.
How many times did they need to display it? How many people walked up to the counter and tried to continue an otherwise meaningless conversation and deal with business transactions? What has the world come to that everything is met with a cellphone? It seems you can't have a conversation with anyone without having a text message, instant message, email message or picture message being done at the same time. To not be able to put the phone down and complete a government issued request shows a lot about where we have come. Technology, the blessing and the burden. I bet they didn't have that kind of sign when Morse code was around. "Excuse me, Mr. Chandler, please put down your communication device." I think someone needs to reestablish rules / guidelines / conduct policies for our ever connected society. It seems nowhere is safe.
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