The half-human/half-SIMCard organisms behind me here at Panera have both been on their mobile phones continuously for the last 90 minutes (which makes you wonder why they even bother sitting together.) At 3x normal conversational volume. And not in English (which shouldn't matter, but paradoxically it makes them even harder to tune out.) This particular cafe is short of AC outlets or I would have moved an hour ago...
Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp! cries she
With silent lips. Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me…
— Emma Lazarus, “The New Colossus”