Who uses these fake emergency calls that cell phone providers are offering? Sure, we sympathize: you've just finished appetizers at Megu and your Marty-Feldman-eyed date is sputtering about French politics. Yes, you need to get out of there, and fast.
But are you 15? Are you that sad? What self-respecting New Yorker can't sit up and say "It's not me, it's you: This date eats ass and I'm outta here"? This points to the mall-ification of Manhattan, and not in that fun, cheap-shopping way.
New Yorkers Haterate At Eight [Gizmodo]