Yesterday I was having routine maintenance done on my car. My lovely wife dropped me off to pick up the car and, as she drove off to get the kids from school, I realized I had left my phone in her cup-holder.
I went in and convivially complained to the service managers. They quickly offered to let me use their desk phones to call my wife. I declined; she didn’t have time to turn around and get my precious back to me.
I said that I’d be fine without my phone for a little while.
“Remember the olden days when we couldn’t simply call each other all the time?” I asked.
The two service managers looked at each other and then at me, and then together they replied, “no.”1,2