Several years ago I was walking down Fifth Avenue in New York City and this creepy guy was walking along next to me jabbering on and on to no one in particular. He was clearly schizophrenic. A block later, there was another one. Jabber jabber jabber, incoherent phrases. And this guy seemed to be angry at whatever voices were broadcasting in his head.
Only days later did I realize there had been a revolution in cell phone technology and those guys were on Bluetooth. Out here in the boonies of Central New York, we are often the last to know.And now, just when we've become used to people talking out loud to the unseen, just when we have gotten over making comments about how those people think they are so important 'cause they have to be connected at all times, here comes the latest advance in talking on the phone.....the wired shirt.
That's right, a receiver plastered to your shirt (sort of like being wired like a police informant) with built in antennae.
Soon, you will be able to talk not to the air, but to your collar.
Too bad they didn't think about wired pants. At least then we could get some laughs pointing to those bent over very very important people taking into their underwear.