Oblivions III: The Blue Fool Group
You're stopping by the grocery store or grabbing a bite to eat at your local choke-n-puke and you come upon a person talking out loud. Noticing that nobody else is around you, you start to think this person is talking to you - and suddenly you realize that you really weren't paying attention. How rude.
So you make eye contact, raise your eyebrows, nod your head, turn an ear, maybe even utter a "Sorry, didn't hear you," or "Say again."
And then you see it - the trance-inducing blue circle emanating from some sort of ear bud either burrowed into the ear canal like a mole in a pea patch or looped around the ear like a monkey looking for a banana. These little wireless pieces of techno-gadgetry, named after a Danish King, are a sure sign that you've met the newest member of the Oblivions - the Blue Fool Group.
Like their close relatives the Obliviots (fourth cousins by marriage, removed as many times as physically possible), the Blue Fools aren't completely Oblivions. Most have the ability, when not chained to the collective hive, to function in society in a normal fashion. They just get jacked up when they jack in, unable to sense that people around them could care two beans about the deal following through, Aunt Myrtle's girdle, or how your best friend's girlfriend was seen swapping spit with the lawnmower man last Friday night.
While I admit they're quite the handy little dooflotchies, do you really want that much of your personal business blabbed about the market/restaurant/mall? Even if you do, be warned that on any given day, I might do this to you:
So you make eye contact, raise your eyebrows, nod your head, turn an ear, maybe even utter a "Sorry, didn't hear you," or "Say again."
And then you see it - the trance-inducing blue circle emanating from some sort of ear bud either burrowed into the ear canal like a mole in a pea patch or looped around the ear like a monkey looking for a banana. These little wireless pieces of techno-gadgetry, named after a Danish King, are a sure sign that you've met the newest member of the Oblivions - the Blue Fool Group.
Like their close relatives the Obliviots (fourth cousins by marriage, removed as many times as physically possible), the Blue Fools aren't completely Oblivions. Most have the ability, when not chained to the collective hive, to function in society in a normal fashion. They just get jacked up when they jack in, unable to sense that people around them could care two beans about the deal following through, Aunt Myrtle's girdle, or how your best friend's girlfriend was seen swapping spit with the lawnmower man last Friday night.
While I admit they're quite the handy little dooflotchies, do you really want that much of your personal business blabbed about the market/restaurant/mall? Even if you do, be warned that on any given day, I might do this to you:
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