I have a mobile phone.
It is 5 years old and considered ancient to the everyday gadgeteer, but it continues to function and even has the inconspicuous hands-free earpiece.
If you happen to see me at the grocery seemingly talking to thin air, believe it when I tell you that I haven?t cracked. Nor am I specking to the Metatron.
I am on the phone with a friend or, on rare occasions, an enemy. Whatever the case may be the simple fact is? I?m not talking to you.
We live in the 21st century, people. Please stop giving me The Crazy Eyes.
