Don’t you hate it when you’re walking down a hallway at work or wherever, and you’re talking to someone on the phone, and in the course of walking your hand brushes against your pants pocket and you think Hey, where the hell did my phone go? I’ve lost my phone!” And you pause for that half-step moment thinking about where you might have left it before you realize it’s right there in your hand, pressed up against your ear and that you’ve missed the last three words the person said because you were too busy troubleshooting where your phone might be?
This is not a problem my father had.