It’s out of control …

Actually, we’re out of control.   And if you’re paying attention, as in living life with your eyes wide open, you’ve noticed it too — and if you’re not guilty yourself, I’m guessing you’re as fed up as I am.

A few weeks ago I had a meeting.  It was the first time we’d laid eyes on each other.  They called me.  I was with them for an hour.  One of them texted the entire time I was there.  His device never left his hands.  He may have spoken once.  Maybe.  He made eye contact with me twice — when I arrived and again when I left.  That was it.

It took all the discipline I could muster to stop myself from reaching across the table, grabbing the offending item, tossing it on to the floor and jumping all over it.  Just before I sailed out of