Thanks to California's new "Hands-Free" Law, I have officially joined the Borg Generation.
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I have one too. But I hate the feeling and I am concerned about the possible brain tumor threat (makes sense to me) So I am just not going to answer a phone when I am driving. People will have to wait 'til I park. I'm way to available to my public as it is anyway so waiting a few minutes should be okay.
Oh no! You've been abducted and the mandatory implant has been imposed. So sorry. I am still feeling quite rebellious but my travelling time is my most important phone time so I suppose I must assimilate as well.
my favorite part of my bluetooth is when I get out of my car and forget it's on and start walking down the street yapping away to my husband with not even a phone in my hand to indicate that I am something other than suffering from mental illness. My son gave me a super tiny motorola jobber that you cannot see under the hair. People stare at me and eventually I figure it out...but some days it can take a while. Usually during that time I am saying, out loud, to "no one" in my ear things like "Why are people staring at me? You really should see this, people are just STARING at me. Am I green or something??"
10 comments:
I have one too. But I hate the feeling and I am concerned about the possible brain tumor threat
(makes sense to me) So I am just not going to answer a phone when I am driving. People will have to wait 'til I park. I'm way to available to my public as it is anyway so waiting a few minutes should be okay.
Oh no! You've been abducted and the mandatory implant has been imposed. So sorry. I am still feeling quite rebellious but my travelling time is my most important phone time so I suppose I must assimilate as well.
Hee hee! I feel like that with my Ipod. I've tried the bluetooth thingies for the phone, but they were horrible. I hope yours works!
Umm, I believe you are now what teen agers refer to as a "Blue Tool"!!!;)
my favorite part of my bluetooth is when I get out of my car and forget it's on and start walking down the street yapping away to my husband with not even a phone in my hand to indicate that I am something other than suffering from mental illness. My son gave me a super tiny motorola jobber that you cannot see under the hair. People stare at me and eventually I figure it out...but some days it can take a while. Usually during that time I am saying, out loud, to "no one" in my ear things like "Why are people staring at me? You really should see this, people are just STARING at me. Am I green or something??"
You're a robot! I knew something was up after you knit Gathered Pullover so quickly.
I've dispatched an Away Team to rescue you. Picard out.
Maybe if we destroy the CUBE, the drones will not notice us.
I am clearly feeling rebellious today!
you slay me!
Cool -- now that your hands are free of that pesky cell phone, you can knit while you drive! (Kidding!)
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