“Praise God from whom all blessings flow......”

I’m at the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA to work out in the exercise gym.
It’s Monday, March 9, 2009.
I’m in the john-booth of the Mens Locker-Room, in preparation to go downstairs to the exercise gym.
Adjacent to the john-booth is a small sink and mirror.
An older gentleman, probably in his 70s, is shaving.
Suddenly, “Praise God from whom all blessings flow......”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” I think. “The poor guy’s cellphone is ringing.”
Sure enough, “Hullo......”
“Oh hi Margaret. No, I’m at the YMCA and I just came outta the shower. Can ya call back in about 15 minutes?”
I step outta the john, and say “If there’s one thing I hate about cellphones, it’s how they always fire off when you’re in the bathroom. One time I’m in Porta-John, and my cellphone fires off.”
“Yep; maybe I shoulda told her I was buck-naked.”
“That’s the future,” I said. “Camera-phones are coming.”