It's a beautiful spring night in D.C.
The temperature is comfortable and there's a slight breeze blowing through the window of the den upstairs. I'm enjoying the tranquility of the evening... or I was until a few minutes ago when someone's cell phone/walkie-talkie combo just chirped.
Now I'm subjected to listening to that damn chirp and a disembodied voice talking to an embodied voice across the street.
As if cell phones weren't bad enough, now we've got to act like we're five years old with our little walkie-talkie gadget.
Technology, thy name is Satan.