Yes, you there. You who ran into my behind this morning in the big box grocery store because you were too busy talking to someone about what kind of soup to get. You who ignored your child who kamikazied in front of my cart because you were texting something incredibly important and couldn't be bothered to look up. Yes. You who almost ran me down as you raced from the McDonald's parking lot with your phone all up in your face while stuffing french fries in your mouth with your free hand. You who never even sees the rest of the world just trying to stay out of your way as the cell phone eats your head. There is no app for me wanting to smack you.
Stop. Stop it now. You're really starting to tick me off.