The people at the table in front of me are all gazing attentively into their iPacifiers instead of talking with each other, now that they’ve finished eating. They look pathetic. Three out of four of them are holding them six inches from their faces except one of them, the oldest woman, who’s just sitting there, with nothing to do. I feel like telling her: you ought to get yourself a friend. But the friend I’m thinking of is an electronic device…
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