>I Guess I’m Not as Good at Cocktail Parties as I Thought

>I was at a cocktail party over the weekend when I found myself face to face with another mother, who was sitting at a table beside me.

We chatted for a bit about our kids and seemed to hit it off pretty well. I was feeling pretty good about the whole “meeting new people” thing, and began telling her a quick, entertaining anecdote about my kids.

At least, I thought it was entertaining.

But as I was talking, she pulled out her cell phone and began scrolling through Twitter.

“-so then he said to her… he said… er…” I faltered and then stopped, mid-sentence. And then I waited for a moment.

She didn’t look up.

She didn’t even look up.

So I got up and left the table. Because…

WHAT THE HIZELL?

This is one of those things that my teenage stepdaughters complain about all the time. “I hate it when I’m hanging out with my friends and I’ll be in the middle of telling them something and they’ll just start texting,” they’ll say.

I always thought that sounded so strange and antisocial, and I was so thankful that my generation would never do anything like that.

Except that I was wrong.

I felt like my response was completely appropriate. I don’t want to waste one second of time on someone who can’t even be bothered to let me finish a sentence before she checks Twitter at a party. But I’m wondering if this kind of thing has happened to you yet, and if so, how did you handle it?

I still can’t even believe it.