He looked pretty good by his profile. He enjoys long walks on the beach, loves dogs, has good teeth, and doesn’t live with mom. By all accounts he was worth a leg shave and a first date.
You meet at a restaurant, crouch into a booth, when BOOM! He reveals he’s a Scientologist before the fried mozzarella arrives. CHECK PLEASE! But you don’t ask for the check because you don’t want to be rude. Stupid niceties.
What do you do? Excuse yourself to the ladies restroom and escape like ninja Katie Holmes? Stammer through a health emergency? Or do you rely on your phone, the very device you rely on from everything from bank transfers to your connection to the outside world. The answer is always phone.