Hi,
There's a time and place for everything. I'm not going to comment on the cell-jammer story. I will, however, tell a story - a true one - that speaks to this post's first sentence.
I used to live in Toronto. Before moving there, I learned what the premiums would be on my car, and therefore decided to sell it. I took Toronto transit in its place.
One day, I was running late for an appointment, and realized that I wouldn't have enough time to eat lunch at home, and then take the bus. As a result, I made two quick sandwiches, wrapped them in plastic, and left home to board the bus.
It arrived on time, and I took a seat in front of two men in their 20s.
As I was about halfway through my first sandwich, the men started to discuss the cadaver that they had cut open, and what the innards looked like. I almost lost my lunch!
I'm all for live and let live, but, in this case, I politely asked them - they were medical students - if they could change the subject. They quietly apologized, and started discussing non-medical matters.
As I said, there's a time and place for everything.
