It Doesn't Work

I’m sitting on the flight back to Dallas and across the aisle is a thin, blonde women. She is wearing skin-tight leather pants, leather shoes, and a black turtle neck. Her hair is up in a braided bun. She reminds me of the disgraced CEO of that blood testing company, which applied the start-up mantra of go fast and break things to the medical sector, and performed millions of fake blood tests in the process.

She has an airplane book. I can tell it is an airplane book, because she started at page one after taking her seat. Her purse is open and inside are pink high heels. She is shaking her hand in front of her face once, twice, three times, trying to get the rose gold Apple Watch to activate.