Fine. I admit it.
There are times I like cell phones. It sure is convenient when I'm lost; that's lost on my way to a party or lost in the more cerebral sense. I like that you'll be there on the other end when I need you. I realize that you might be busy and I certainly hope that in those cases you'll ignore me, but if you're not busy then you're there to listen. And sometimes I need someone there to listen. Because I do get lost. I get lost more than I want to. Most of the time I find my own way out, but every so often it's nice to know that I can call you and you can help me out. Thanks. And thanks for having a cell phone.

Even if they are a direct connection to the devil.