So, yesterday I had to return the old starter from my car that I replaced on the weekend and decided while I was going right past a place that sells tires, I would see about getting mine replaced before the long drive back to Maine coming up in a short while.
I parked and entered through the main doors. I was pleasantly surprised to be immediately greeted by a salesman. I told him what I was after. He gave me some options. I told him what I wanted and he wrote up a work order. While he was filling out the paperwork, I glanced around, taking particular notice of the glass wall to my left that looked out onto the work area. Not very busy it seemed.
After finishing up the order and handing over the car keys, I moved toward the glass. As near as I could tell, there were about 4 employees and two of them were sitting down on something with their cellphones out. Hmmm.
I turned and went back to the sitting area. On the way, I passed what appeared to be the office. The door was open and two men, including the one that waited on me, had their cellphones stuck in their faces. Hmmm.
I got to the sitting area where I found 3 people waiting for their cars to be serviced. Guess what? All three had cellphones crammed into their faces. I made it a point to say, “Hello, there!” Crickets. Hmmm.
At one point a service man approached the sitting area calling out someone’s name. It was not my name. Nobody responded, because they had their cellphones shoved into their faces. It took several attempts before somebody awakened from their zombie trance and claimed to be the owner of the car waiting outside.
It was not that many years ago that under similar circumstances, you could meet and engage with someone else in a waiting area. It made the time pass and it was interesting who some of the people were that you might meet. No longer.
It would be my biggest fantasy to one day, before it’s too late, to see every cellphone on the planet destroyed. But you keep convincing yourself just how “important” those devices are.
The secret intelligence community at TomRemingtondotcom, as unearthed what is surely the smoking gun that will get President Donald J. Trump impeached, if not executed by lethal injection. The RIA (Remuit Intelligence Agency) has obtained documents that prove that on March 3, 2003, while exiting his limousine in front of Hillary Clinton’s house, he farted. The RIA has sworn statements from the limo driver and a passing pedestrian riding a sidewalk surfer, that Trump’s fart was really rank and unbecoming a future U.S. president.
This is a breaking story. I’ll bring you more as I get further updates from the RIA.
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