The annual meeting of the Presidents of Things attracts no protests; it’s held in a Days Inn and anyway, no one understands its importance. Â The President of Grownups makes sure of that.
“We have new business to get through, people, pay attention!” Â The President of Whether You’re Paying Attention raps her gavel and frowns. Â “Can we just do a quick vote? Â Those in favor?” A chorus. “Those opposed?”
“Nay,” says the President of Internet, without raising her voice.
Everybody gets quiet at that. Â The President of Internet is a nice lady and all, but never forget: Â she knows what you did.