My old “phone” roared back to life this morning. During a computer cable search, it whispered, “Remember me?”
Oh yeah I remember you. You jump out of my pocket and into the N. Umpqua River last year. You’re a water-sucking, rice-resistance SOB.
WTF *Now* you’re going to recharge? Now that we have a bunch of new phones and a new service provider?
Thanks, thanks a lot.
But now you’re not a phone. You still do many things. Now what to call you? You’re an Internet device. Maybe I’ll just call you ID.
And you’re forgiven.
[This message brought to you by ID.]