My Wrist Phone

Sam shows me all the things he can do with his new Apple Watch.  He can change the TV and close the curtains with it... apparently. It's like the Jetsons and Get Smart all rolled into one, as he talks into his wrist phone. He purrs as he does the voice over for the Apple watch advert. "How stylish. How beautiful." His hands do the fluid "Price is Right" model hand movements, sweeping backwards and forwards.

He asks me if I want one, so we can send heartbeats to each other. He says I should get one, it tells us hourly to stand up and walk around. It would replace my Nikeband, which now has bulldogs teeth marks in it. We were playing. Buddy and me, not Sam and me, you understand.