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You’ve seen them, you’ve probably (literally) bumped into one. They’re everywhere: running blindly into almost everything, always going in a direction opposite to yours, PDA and coat in one hand, their mouths moving in between sips of latte. Yes, the children of the Bluetooth headset generation, a member of the church of the multi-tasking Christ, son of the Digital God.

I must admit, at times I envy the security a world in mono gives them. It’s like being 4 years old again: if you don’t see someone, they probably don’t see you; and who does not want to be 4 again. It must be such an oddly liberating experience, their total self-absorption, I mean. Not caring about most things, bar perhaps the latest in careers and diets. But, hey, fair play to them so long as they’re genuinely happy. I love everyone nowadays.

I must ask, though: Why can’t the hand being utilized to hold the coffee instead serve as a tool for operating the wireless communication device?