Smart phones are a boon for many.  Productivity gains, information retrieval, on hand camera for video or still pictures, and general connectivity with family, relatives and friends are a few of the many advantages that people gain with the blanket prevalence of WiFi and smartphones.  The ever present phone also serves as a replacement for the security blanket, people feel more confident when their phone is in hand.  Husbands and wives somewhat unconvincingly joke that they would get rid of their spouse before their phone such is the prominence that the smart phone has achieved in society.

None of this mattered to Tyrone Recksham.  To Tyrone, the invention of the smart phone was the moment when ultimate frustration was released upon the world, more specifically, T’s world.  Tyrone’s friends called him T since he was a youngster and the name just seemed to stick no matter how often he moved or fell in with a new circle of friends.  T, as he fumbled yet again with his phone, recalled when he first set eyes on the first iPhone.

He was at a BBQ in a park downtown for his firm’s picnic. He had just stated the paleo diet for no other reason than he liked how it sounded when he told people he was on the paleo diet.  He thought it made him sound fashionable  and upscale to say things like “paleo diet” and “juice cleanse”.  T had a habit of trying too hard to impress in social situations, typical overcompensation of a younger child.  T was worried that the food at the BBQ wouldn’t meet his strict dietary restrictions, well, he had heard that the dietary restrictions were strict but he hadn’t really investigated what it actually meant to eat a paleo diet.

T, realizing that he had told basically everybody that he was on the paleo diet, was now too worried to eat without people questioning his selection.  As he was inwardly fretting about what food he could eat, his friend pulled out a slim, black rectangular object and called it his iPhone.  T, at this moment, knew he had to have whatever an iPhone was and he had to have one ASAP.  The cool factor was so strong that T could smell it and the smell was delicious.

As the BBQ continued, T couldn’t get the iPhone out of his mind.  He was so enthralled with the device that he had forgotten how he hadn’t eaten in hours and that he was starved.  He pushed the food problem to the back shelf, he would hunt something on the way home away from the crowd instead of scavenging a meal out of the leftover BBQ remains.  T surreptitiously followed his iPhone toting friend around the BBQ and marveled openly every time he saw the rectangular phone light up and laughed  at the same joke his friend made every time his friend pulled his iPhone out: “Let me get out my pocket brain”.  T wanted a pocket brain, T wanted to use that joke when he pulled out his iPhone in a crowd and bask in the chuckles.

T noticed that his friend had noticed him hovering around  yet again.  It was hard to not notice T given his height and strange ratio of torso length to leg length.  T played basketball though high school but lost his appetite for the sport when he started playing against college caliber players.  Like Yao Ming, the former Houston Rocket center, T’s wingspan was shorter than a person of his height should normally have.  Unlike Yao Ming, T wasn’t 7’4″ so his short arms meant he didn’t match up well against other players of similar height.  He told himself it was easier for him to find suit jackets that fit versus the other players so, in the long run, he would come out ahead.  T excelled at rationalization.  T didn’t want to explain why he had been stalking his friend for the past two hours so he gave a wave indicating he was leaving to his friend and started walking away.  To this day, T wished he had confronted his friend.



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