Geez, now you can be a walking, talking store with your iPhone in your hand. Next time someone bores you to death through a date, ask them for their credit card and charge them for your time. I’m definitely carrying this along for my next doctor’s visit. Yes, that’ll be $100 an hour for the inconvenience of sitting in this bloody waiting room in a paper gown. Get that Amex ready.
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