He Had His Game Face On.

He probably yammered on his phone in the beer line, too.

What Did You Learn In School Today?

Why I Wish I Was The Check-Out Line Version Of The White House Press Secretary--With A Twist.

News item: White House press secretary Robert Gibbs confiscates reporter's ringing cellphone during press conference.

I wish I could do that in check-out lines--and other similarly "no-need-for-a-cellphone-conversation-here" zones.

I would confiscate every cellphone from every person who was self-indulgently yammering in enclosed public places, especially from rude assholes who don't have the courtesy to hang the damn thing up while conducting face-to-face business with a cashier. The need to describe inane minutiae in excruciating detail to an equally vacuous bore on the other end of the signal while treating a check-out person like an inanimate ATM machine would result in immediate relinquishing of the offender's precious l'il cellphone. It would then be violently stomped on the sidewalk until destroyed.

Then they could have it back.  

If that makes me the Cellphone Nazi, then NO CONNECTIVITY FOR YOU!