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("Song For Charlie" by Warner Chappell Production Music)
- Ugh, take your heads out of your phones, people.
- Everyone's a zombie now.
No one experiences things anymore.
- [Woman] What's the deal with smartphones, anyway?
- I mean, honestly, at this point, I miss my flip phone.
- Oh, spending 10 minutes on a two word text.
- It's like you felt like you earned something.
- Now, oh hey, I can talk to whoever I want whenever I want?
- Maybe I don't wanna be able to
talk to everyone whenever I want.
- It's almost too easy.
It's insulting.
- It's like they assume I can't write letters.
I can write letters.
- Yeah, I mean, we don't, but...
- Who has the time?
- Another thing, why would I want a camera,
a camcorder, and a calculator in one device?
Are you trying to put the backpack industry out of business?
- And the access to all those maps?
I mean, if I get lost in a strange place, that's on me.
That's my fault, I have a lesson to learn.
- Yeah.
There's something so tangible about
having to pull over out of traffic
and go through endless pages of map.
- Oh, the nostalgia.
- Speaking of...
What about cassettes?
- I have a living room full of CDs
that are perfectly fine and I can
listen to them whenever I want.
- Also, Yelp.
- I miss the good old days when you would just
try out gross restaurant after gross restaurant.
- Just throwing money away.
- Until you found one that's okay.
It's just a sense of adventure I miss.
- Or the thrill of the hunt.
- And honestly, between you and me,
I think food poisoning is fine every once in a while.
- It flushes you out.
- These phones, man.
- Do you wanna take a selfie?
- Yeah, I do.
- Yes.
Okay.
- Oh great, okay.
Do you want me to put the coffee in?
- Yeah.
- Mmm.
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