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Our Friends, The Humanoids Talking, talking. Saturday afternoon while my car was being examined, I walked across the street to eat lunch at a Bono's Barbeque. It's a sit down restaurant chain in this part of the country - think of something like a Pizza Hut. It's nothing like a good old South Georgia Barbeque Joint. I sat in a booth, and as I was awaiting my food, a pair of young couples walked in and took the next booth. The women slid in first, and the guys after them. The women were both talking. Both women talked the entire meal. They each took longer to eat than their guys because of having to pause to talk. But they didn't talk to each other. No, they were talking the entire time on cell phones.
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