Chapter 2

Chapter 2.

As I watched the water cascade off my big hands I laughed to myself.  I’ve learned to get on

with fashion and let that generation be, but some kids just never cease to amaze me.  Esty

was taking too long and I was following my nose to the nearest pretzel stand.  I still am not

used to the kids and their silly Google glasses.  The newest model, the hip model, had a

sensor on the lens that took in external information about people in your vicinity and

projected eyeballs in the direction so as to facilitate the idea that you were paying attention

to people as they spoke.  What was the name of that model?  PayAttention, or something

“Why use fire when you have electricity? Why use body language when you have

digitanguage??  This year’s model will change the way your social interactions are

interpreted.  This function allows you to optimize your social experience expanding your

social exposure percentage 125%! While hanging with your friends you can simultaneously

post to your facebook, update your twitter, replicate on your instagram, prioritize on your

pintrest, blah on your blog, sext on tinder…

…Its the 2014 Attention.Me. from Google Productions;  Find them at your the Tech Space

nearest you.”

Ahh yes the PayAttention.

While Oliver turns and makes his way to the paper towel dispenser a father holds the

door open for his toddler son, and smiles at Oliver while he escorts Nathan to nearest

open stall.

How do you know, how do you know a moinster wont come daid?

How come, how come, there are two buttons?

Why does the water always turn off?  I’m not done.

I caught myself inquiring the reflection in the mirror; the creases in my forehead demanded

to know why I was so hard on myself.  My eyes were too stubborn to soften, too empathetic

to maintain my stern glare so they soften nearest their sockets.  I placed this task on myself,

chasing the unconquerable, thirsty for understanding.  This child maintained the same

thirst yet was impervious to this extra burden.  There was no one to blame but myself.  It

was embarrassing that a child had made the right play, while I forged forward.