I thought it was the stupidest damn thing I had ever heard of, especially when I heard that people were receiving tweets (TWEETS! I said "tweets," a stupid name if I have ever heard one. God help me) as text messages. I imagined getting alerted 600x a day to some sily 140 character nonsense.
But now that I have been bitten by the Twitter Vampire, I see that it is more like the cracker barrel at the Olde Country Mercantile - a gathering spot to shoot the
I never thought I would text while standing in line, either, since I considered myself superior to those geekazoids that I saw doing it.
Peets Counterguy: Um, I'll help you NOW??
Suebob: (looks up confused) Where am I?
Peets Counterguy: Would you like a delicious coffee beverage?
Suebob: Uh, yeah, I was just...what was I doing? I'm sorry.
Peets Counterguy: That's a Crackberry, isn't it?
Suebob: I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
Peets Counterguy: How OLD are you? Leave txting to the young, ma'am. It is not for your kind.
Suebob: You're right, you're right. I don't know what I was thinking.
Peets Counterguy: Next time you come in here, I want to see you with one of those simple cell phones with the big buttons, okay?
Suebob: (meekly) Okay.