There I was walking down the cereal aisle of the local supermarket talking to myself. Oh, wait! I wasn't talking to myself. I was talking on my cell phone using my blue tooth hands free device. I was stunned into silence. Whoever the hell I'd been talking to assumed by my silence that the conversation was over and hung up.
I had become one of them! One of those seemingly psychotic people wandering around in pointless conversations. Or one of those people who appear so important that all calls must be answered immediately because world peace depends upon instant communication.
In my defense, it's a hassle to take off all of that stuff when I get out of the car, go into the store to buy the quart of milk, return to the car and plug it all back in again so I can not miss a single ring of a single incoming call while I'm driving because, after all, I am so important that world peace depends upon instant communication with me. And if I'm that important, I certainly don't want to get a ticket for driving while saving the world by talking on my cell phone.
But I have become one of them. And I didn't even want to.
Of course, I could just leave all of my communication paraphernalia in the car while I run into the store. But what if world peace really does depend on instant communication with me? Huh?
Okay, you're right. I'll leave the cell phone in the car the next time I need milk. Maybe I'm not the person the peace makers want to talk to, anyway.
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Very amusing - I guess most of us have become "one of them" without realizing it. In fact, we have to become "one of them" to survive in today's world. What a shame!
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