Everynight when I say my prayers, after asking for an Admirals Club in PHX I ask for no cell phones ever to be allowed inflight. As a native New Yorker, I spent much of my life on the commuter train between my suburban town and The City. Without fail, some loudmouth would yak all the way from Mt. Vernon to Harrison about "the big deal" or "you won't believe what happened at lunch" or they'd make multiple calls all of which started with "yeah...I'm on the train!" Oh it was excruciating.