Mingle in a Cloud Nimbus
The other night I waited in a pub for my wife to finish up work. The rain was steady, and so was the grey that covered London. She was trapped on a call, and I was well into my third pint before she finally made it down.
|Mingle in a Cloud Nimbus
(photo by Nestor M)
My Kindle was already packed away when she arrived. With Dorian Gray out of the picture, she was curious as to how I passed the time while I waited. Surely I didn’t stare at myself in the mirror behind the bar…for that long.
“What did you do with yourself this entire time?” she asked.
“Mingle,” I replied. But of course I did.
“Really?” she asked. One look at the three other men in the pub, and she figured I was putting her on. But I wasn’t, I was serious.
“On my phone,” I had to admit.
She just shook her head and helped me finish my health shake.
I stand by my words. To mingle on your personal communication device is still to mingle. For you traditionalists, listen here: I connected and worked the room – no, not the Ship and Shovel – the world wide room. Bam!
Categories: Amazon Kindle, Rambling