That’s me with the wine! I have concluded that Google Glass is the only hope to keep humans from evolving into neckless creatures whose chins have grown into their chests.
I think it was just 3 years ago on Father’s Day – just days after my family got that new thing called SMART PHONES – that I sat alone with a bottle of wine at the table staring at the ceiling.
Now some years later all three of them have these things IN HAND at ALL TIMES. Well that is an exaggeration as sometimes they put them done on the armrest of a comfy chair, next to them on the couch, within reach on a bar, table or desk, or under their pillow when sleeping. If a smart phone goes bad it’s panic and Fed Ex must arrive within hours or they snap.
Whenever I am interrupted by their smart phones I ask what they did before they had one – which for most of us was just 3 or 4 years ago. They tell me they can’t remember, but it must have been Hell on Earth. I may be soon getting on myself mainly because I need to know my coordinates.