Slide. Screen on. Slide. Screen off. Slide. Screen on. With a frustrated sigh, slide. Screen off. Oh heck. beeeeep beeep beeeep beeep beeeeep beeep beeep beeeeep. Ring ring ring ring ring. No answer. Slide. “Sigh.” “Oh, forget it,” while looking around the lighted streets inappreciatively. Switching on the iPod Nano, the world became oblivious once more…