Hey…hey, you! Yeah – you. Slowly put the phone down and back away…no-one has to get hurt.
It’s the new opiate, and it makes me crazy. Listen, I love you…I overlook faults that would make thousands stampede the nearest exit…but this is a deal breaker. It’s bad science fiction from the ’60’s come to life – we’ve outfitted ourselves with permanent tracking devices, assimilated into the borg. I accept the ubiquitous nature, the invasive culture, but when you’re using it in the stall and then placing it on the table next to your side salad, I draw the line.
There’s no way there’s an app for that.