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  • Last night, as my bandmates and I were loading our gear into the rehearsal studio, Johnny says, "Man, I was almost late. My brother called and he was out of gas." He provided a bit more of a narrative when Pete blurted out, "Who runs out of gas anymore?!"

    We chuckled.

    Then I started thinking about the evolution of the "low fuel" warning in the car. It started as a little yellow light that just stayed on and was fairly benign. Now, we have evolved to numerous flashing warnings and verbal assaults from "that woman" who resides inside my dashboard and talks to me.

    I fully expect, one day, she will say, "Hey dummy, if you don't pull over and get some gas, I will call Siri, and she will start up the shirt pocket cattle prod app to remind you."

    This is probably my bigest fear of buying a new iPhone.
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