Memory lane is on a bus route...
I was sitting at the bus station the other day, in a daze. Just staring straight forward and I couldn't help but think to myself, "What the hell are those?" Strange and enormous boxes hung from the wall into which people stick a couple quarters and rub a questionable hard-plastic device against their head. Was there really once a time when these were the portals that linked far away places? Were these onces reliable and trust-worthy methods of communication in public places?
These thoughts didn't last long though. It was only about another 30-40 seconds of staring before I looked around. Everyone in the bus station was doing the same thing...staring blankly at their smartphones... so I followed suit. Wouldn't want anyone to think I was a bit nutty, sitting there, blankly staring at these phones.
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These thoughts didn't last long though. It was only about another 30-40 seconds of staring before I looked around. Everyone in the bus station was doing the same thing...staring blankly at their smartphones... so I followed suit. Wouldn't want anyone to think I was a bit nutty, sitting there, blankly staring at these phones.
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