I used to own a cell phone. But after a year of inactivity my account lapsed. In that year, no one phoned me and I didn't phone anyone. Sad, I know. I put it down to being a miserable, cantankerous old bastard. I'm 59, after all. Anyway, I like being incognito and unapproachable. It fits my nature. Makes you wonder how we did exist without the pesky things in time of yore. Judging by the young folk of today, the cell phone is a just impediment glued to the ear. Did I mention that I'm a grumpy old bastard?
I used to own a cell phone. But after a year of inactivity my account lapsed. In that year, no one phoned me and I didn't phone anyone. Sad, I know. I put it down to being a miserable, cantankerous old bastard. I'm 59, after all. Anyway, I like being incognito and unapproachable. It fits my nature. Makes you wonder how we did exist without the pesky things in time of yore. Judging by the young folk of today, the cell phone is a just impediment glued to the ear. Did I mention that I'm a grumpy old bastard?
ReplyDeleteNot just glued to the ear any more, thanks to smartphones.
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