Yeah, I know – you’ve got a packed briefcase in one hand, a grande skim latte in your other hand, and the fucking Boeing account papers in a folder tucked under your arm which, incidentally, is ensconced in 500-thread-count Egyptian combed cotton. How could you possibly answer the phone if it weren’t for your headset? You need your wireless headset, right? That’s what you’re trying to tell me? Bullshit. You like your wireless headset because deep inside, you never wanted to be an investment banker, did you? Think back to your childhood – what was the one thing you wanted to be more than anything else? That’s right, buddy: Robocop. You think you look a little bit like Robocop, swishing around in that fancy little suit you’ve got there, chattin’ it up with some blinking monstrosity strapped to the side of your face. Don’t you? Admit it. Well guess what, tiger? You look like a fucking asshole. Wireless headsets suck.