Two men stand on the corner, interrupting their dog walk (the dog waits patiently at their feet), while one of them squints down at the brick of glass in his hand, upon which the face of a woman appears. In the manner of many older people using the technology, she has the camera pointed too high (perhaps in deference to her bifocals? I'm not sure), so all that's visible on his screen is the top half of her head, from her nose up, and the wall above and behind her.
"Do you have Wi-Fi?" he shouts at the small hand-held screen, while his friend watches in amusement. She beams her visage through the ether, commanding almost immeasurable technology verging on wizardry, to ask him to go to the store to get milk.
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