Because my husband is driving me up the bloody WALL with it.
I don't have to stop whatever I am doing and find my phone if it bleeps. It's a text. I can read it in a bit.
If I am busy and the phone goes, the person will leave a message. Or I'll check the number and if I recognise it - I'll call them back.
So why oh why does my husband leap up and pass me my bag as though the damned thing will explode if a text is not answered at once?
It's not a royal bloody command. I can get it in 5 minutes, for crying out loud.
Pavlov's ruddy dogs. That's what it is. Drives me potty.