I intended to grab my briefcase and quickly exit the garage, when I was stopped by Sophia. She stood in the kitchen holding my smart phone in one hand and my tablet in the other. "Good morning," she said, entirely too cheerfully.
So much for making it to work on time. "Morning," I mumbled.
"You could pretend to be glad to see me," she said.
I sighed. "Yes, I know, it's just that..."
"...you're in a hurry," she finished my sentence. "You are nearly always in a hurry." She waved both devices in the air. "And these are supposed to help all of you who are in such a hurry."
Here it comes, I thought.
"I have two questions for you. Here's the first." She held up the cell phone. "Do you make eye contact as often as you text?"
I started to speak, but she held up her hand (the one with the phone) to stop me. "Rhetorical questions, sweetie; don't answer, just think."
I closed my mouth. "Second question," she said, as she held up the tablet. "Do you search as often for God as you do for WiFi?"
With that, she handed me both items and asked a third, unrelated, nonrhetorical question: "Do you have any of those big English muffins left?"
I pointed to the toaster beside which the muffins, the butter and the jam still stood from breakfast. I'd been in too much of a hurry to put them away.
"Splendid," she said. "I'll just help myself; you run along to the office."
I jammed the tablet into the briefcase next to the laptop, and my smart phone alongside my work iPhone.
I snapped the case shut, hefted it onto my shoulder and winced. "It gets heavier and heavier," I said.