You know I always have your back. Even with this no phone zone thing. And the dolphins? I got your back there too. And girl, the texting, I sooooooooooo get. Type and drive? Stupid. But no talking, not even on a bluetooth?? You might've lost me there. Fine, all the chit-chat-what'd-you-have-for- dinner-last-night can be put to a stop, but sometimes we need our phones. Anyway, the real problem is this and correct me if I'm wrong: But, do you drive yourself everywhere? I got a sneaking suspicion that you are hopping in the back of a big black Escalade and being dropped off where you need (maybe not all the time)--all the while chatting with Gayle about last night's Met Gala (or other more important things; no judgement, Oprah... I love you). So, are you signing this pledge for good ol' Mike/Pedro/Randy your driver? Is he now in the no phone zone? Could you do me this... stay off the phone whether you're in the front or the back seat? Cause us common folk would really feel more camaraderie in this whole no phone thing if that were the case. Ya know, we don't have ourselves any drivers.
And please, if this somehow gets to you, let it not be the reason you finally invite me to the show. Have you read my love story? It's much nicer.