About ten years ago, I realized that a sea change was taking place.
I had long ago ceased to memorize the TV schedules, I was unable to keep up with all the magazines I felt I should be reading, and with new alternatives like Prodigy and a book superstore, I fell hopelessly behind in my absorption of media. I was no longer interested enough in what a telemarketer might say to hesitate before hanging up.
Now, imagine the same airport, but it's three in the afternoon and you're late for your flight.
The terminal is crowded with people, all jostling for position.
You've been approached five times by various faux charities on your way to the gate, and you've got a headache to top it all off.