The Blackberry Strikes Back

I'm in line for coffee this morning. I've got my iPod going and I'm wanting some delicious Dunkin Coffee. I'm second from the checkout when I hear the clerk (over my iPod) repeatedly asking for the next order. Not my order, mind you, they know me by face and I never have to verbally mention my order (Extra Large, Cream & Sugar)...but it's the jackass attorney in front of me pounding away on his fucking Blackberry totally oblivious the world that is going on around him.

A couple of hard taps on the shoulder later, he finally looks up. Orders. And then pays with a credit card.

I'm hoping that I don't pull a Michael Douglas in Falling Down the next time I encounter one of these upstanding members of the legal community impeding my path for coffee