It would be silly for me to spend a shabbos in a neighborhood with many less-observant Jews and then complain about that situation in a blog. That's not fair. I'm a guest. It's not my house/condo; I'm in no position to complain. So if people want to call the elevators, drive to dinner, take a taxi home, it's really none of my business. I'm not saying a word, and to be honest, it doesn't bother me.
But let me say this. I don't care what night of the week it is. If I'm at a dinner party, my phone stays in my pocket or on my belt. I don't whip it out at the earliest opportunity to show everyone my new Blackberry Pearl, or latest iPhone app, or Samsung PDA. If I'm expecting an important call, I'll warn my host. Otherwise, I'm just not taking calls during dinner. Is that so hard? A friend told me he could never keep his phone off for a whole day. How about a two-hour dinner/dessert party? No, it's more fun to have it on display, I suppose.
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