Mobileless on Planet Earth
This past Friday, at exactly 4:04 in the afternoon, I officially became the last person on the planet not to have a mobile phone. The news was delivered to me not by any formal ceremony or letter, but by the sound of Cab Calloway’s “Minnie the Moocher” emanating from somewhere on Mrs. Taylor, my 81-year-old neighbor, who I ran into at that time by the front door of our apartment building.
“No, I want you to short 10,000 shares of SXB on the NYSE and I want you to do it now. You call yourself a broker,” she belted into her sparkling new mobile device.
“Excuse me,” she said when she saw me, placing her Nokia back into her coat pocket. “My grandson and his fianc
