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I had a blind date recently that was like the date from hell. She was extremely attractive and we went to a rather exclusive restaurant. The problem was she spent an awful lot of time texting and on her cell phone while I sat there, like an idiot, staring at the ceiling. What I did next should garner me an award of some type. I excused myself and just walked out the door and drove home. I left the waiter a tip for his service even though we did not order anything; she was too busy texting. I love it. -- Harrison, 22