You don't need me to tell you that iPhones are everywhere, but this week, I saw one strapped to a guy's head. At first, it looked like a bluetooth set-up or headphones, but then I realized that he was playing music outright, just above his hairline. I was reading in the station and extremely distracted by his 80's butt rock, so I tried to sit far away from him when the train came. With his dark beard, champion sweatshirt, and low-lying baseball cap, he looked so much like a person who loved 80's butt rock. But in a momentary lull from the train noise, I realized that I'd typecast him too soon, as he bobbed his head to the passionate strains of a Celine-like songstress.
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