At the dentist’s, people are reclining in dental chair, clutching phones to their stomachs. I’m clutching my phone, too, because without it I feel like an amputee.
I once dropped my phone between the bed and the headboard at night. And I couldn’t fall asleep because it was like my arm had been torn out and thrown under the bed. I had to get up and do weird acrobatic things in the middle of the night to get my phone.
People can easily measure how much I’m enjoying their company by how often my phone makes an appearance in the conversation.
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