I’m self-appointing myself a C.O.P. (Cellphone Opposition Policewomen). I don’t have a badge yet but this is the mental picture I have of myself. I recently returned from a business trip where the business took five hours and the time spent in the airport, 14 hours. There is nothing glamorous about business travel. What awaits the weary business traveler is bad food, long lines, security checkpoints, erect nap times and personal space invasions. I can muddle through all of these with a minimum amount of whining. What I cannot seem to overcome however, is my hypersensitivity to cell phone usage in the airport. This cannot be overstated. I personally chose to carry a regular cell phone. It is not a smartphone. It does not…