The other day I saw an eight year old with a Bluetooth. I'm assuming he was eight... plus or minus a few years due to the fact that I just don't hang around that many eight years. But that's not the point.
He's eight... he had one of those contraptions that keeps you permanently wired and always distracted. He's one of those people in the airport that you think are talking to you... until you realize they aren't.
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