Eliza had dropped her iPhone, and the cell phone repair store told her it would be a week or more to get it repaired. That was only two days ago, and she was already having Social Media Withdrawal Symptoms; who knew how many E-mails, tweets, Snapchat posts and Instagram messages she had missed. She couldn’t afford a new hand held device–her boy friend suggested counselling . . .
Cathy, using her iPhone, had tried to get a little relief for black widows with a “black widows’ lives matter” movement, but didn’t seem to be getting much traction . . .
Jack (pictured) had been a vegetarian all his life; in fact, his entire family had been vegans. But with the advent of streaming television on his iPhone and ongoing Burger King and Pizza Hut ads, Jack was beginning to have an unyielding craving for a little animal protein. The Chili’s ad for Baby Back Ribs put him over the top, he was going to go for the all you can eat option
While taking his morning walk and listening to the news on his iPhone app, Malcolm thought the intel available to the FBI from Hillary’s server might be no more transparent than that day’s view. . .
Jack (pictured) had been a vegetarian all his life; in fact, his entire family were vegan. But with the advent of streaming television on his iPhone and the ongoing Burger King and Pizza Hut ads, Jack was beginning to have an unending craving for a little animal protein. The Chili’s ad for Baby Back Ribs put him over the top–he was going to go for the all you can eat option. . .
Consuelo’s husband Gregory had played Fantasy Football just once–and was now wallowing in helpless addiction. He carried five iPhones to keep up with Fantasy Golf, Skeet Shooting, Bowling, even Fantasy Curling (Who knew that even existed?)! March Madness only made things worse. He claimed that soon he could make enough prize money on Fantasy games to quit his job and just game for the winnings. She was hoping he’d forget the iPhones in his pants pockets as they went in the washing machine, maybe allowing for a weekend at Fantasy Island for them . . .
