We truly live in an electronic age.
And I've bought in. Hook, line, and sinker.
How do I know, you may ask?
One word: gadgets.
Picture our hero on the bus, yesterday morning.
(Please note: the cocktail is for illustrative / identification purposes only; I generally do not drink on the bus.)
While sitting in a cramped bus seat, I am attempting to balance the following:
On one hand, I am the hippest person on the bus. I'm connected. I live on the bleeding edge of the digital age. On the other hand, I'm sure I'm starting to form multiple tumors. That, and I look like a colossal dork. The 21st-century version of the kid who helped the teacher with the filmstrip machine. I also look even more foolish as I try to balance the above with the only thing I truly need for my ride in each morning:
So the next time you see someone grasping multiple devices ("devices" sounds much better than "toys"), be kind. He already knows that he's a massive tool.
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