At first I thought it was kind of funny, the way the advertising at the Technorati site sort of followed along with everything that I said. But I think it may be getting on my nerves. I already have a boy who follows me all around the house, never more then two or three steps behind at any given moment. I’m not sure where he thinks I might be heading, but there he is, right on my heels. He’s so close most of the time that I’m afraid to swing my arms when I walk out of fear of giving him a black eye. So not only am I being followed, but I’m being forced to walk with this awkward, slow gait. I’ve given up any hope of escaping.
And now advertising is keeping an eye on me as well. We all crowd our way down the hallway and into the bathroom. The boy and the advertising watch me as I wet a sponge and start to scrub the sink.
“What are you doing?” the boy wants to know.
“I can recommend several good places to buy sinks online,” the advertising offers.
It’s hard to scrub with the two of them bunched up so close like that.