JIM “PAPPY”: Cell Phones and Pineapple Freaks!


A quarter of this 21st century is behind us and we are entering the second quarter of the century. Cell phones have evolved. They are now more important to several generations than their family, friends, or associates. Many are addicted to their cellphone in ways we hardly understand, and most of those who use them do not realize that massive numbers of big companies know things about them their spouses do not know. Things like who they talk to on the sly. Things like when a “friend” can drop by the house because the kids are at their scheduled activities for hours and the husband is out of town hunting or going to a baseball game. Things like secrets their families and friends do not know.

Divorce is common. More and more it is women who want divorces and who drive the business which handles them. Cell phones have made cheating easier. Cell phones have made finding people for sex on the side easier.

The cell phone. It’s a phone, but it’s also a locator. It can tell you where your husband or wife is right now. Of course, if you have a second cell phone your husband or wife does not know about, you can fool your spouse into believing they KNOW where you are because they know where your official phone is. It may be at home, but you may be out meeting up with that guy your husband doesn’t know about.

This is the kind of chicanery which has become common in the cell phone age. There are groups of people who practice swapping spouses for sexual encounters. These are practiced by couples who have decided to indulge in them. There’s even a symbol they have developed to know each other. The symbol is the pineapple. I have no idea how all that happened, but I stumbled upon the symbol while searching for the nutritional values of pineapple.

I love eating pineapple. I typically get the kind in the can, instead of getting a fresh pineapple from the produce section. Those pineapples from the produce section are good, but there is something about them which kind of makes my throat hurt after eating a bit. It seems sort of acidic. Whatever it is, I do not find it in canned pineapple. I love the pineapple juice, too, and there’s plenty of that in the canned pineapple.

Fresh pineapples have juice, but the shelf life of a fresh pineapple that’s been cut is short. It begins to look ragged after a couple of days in the refrigerator. That’s when I toss them out the back door.

Do you know what animal loves eating fresh pineapple? Bees. Those little bees can light up a fresh piece of pineapple. They land on it, and busily feed on its nectar. I’m going to talk myself into eating some pineapple just talking about it.

Well, back to the cell phone clinging generation of mate swappers who have embraced the pineapple as their symbol. I get the feeling that sweet nectar may play some role in it, but who knows? I have done my good deed for the week. I have told you something these cell phone freaks are up to. You learn something new every day.