Earlier this year, California enforced a cell phone law which made what I did one Tuesday, illegal on Wednesday. As a hospice nurse I spend a fair percentage of my work day in my buggy. 
to avoid getting a ticket
my husband encouraged me to go the cell phone store and get me that stupid BLUETOOTH.  I swore I wouldn't be caught dead with one of those things in my ear. 

     Have you seen the kind of people wearing one?  You know, in Best Buy,

or at the gas station or perhaps the supermarket...

just walking around ...very importantly don't you know. 

You'll see them talking away to someone that CANNOT WAIT, and MUST TALK NOW!.

(An assumption  of course).

It is so awkward when you respond to a stranger you THOUGHT was addressing you, but in reality, they are speaking to the person on the other end of the phone. ... That lives inside that small contraption.

"My bad,............. you weren't talking to me were you stranger.... "

     Where I come from, Joe Wacko ( othewise affectionately known as "The Temple City Tripper"),  ....Joe Wacko was the ONLY one allowed to behave like that.  Talk to himself that is.  Oh-- and his coffee cup.  Joe Wacko was allowed to chit chat with the java tumbler...,

  But alas, as a traveling  nurse my cell phone is an integral part of my job..

So I bought one. 

     It occured to me that I live in a time when even our ears are busy. 
And crowded. 
I was having a hard time deciding which to hang on my ear first. 
I began re-arranging my earing,
adjusting the end of my eye glass arm
trying not to get any of this clutter tangled in my earing,

Now,  lets make room for our new little buddy,  THE MAGIC BLUE TOOTH!  Click!   On he goes. 

The day went on as days do,

I do believe I have lost track of my head ornaments....

And I can't remember if I chose a pair of earings to wear...

Stupid Blutooth