No, Amazon, I don't want to give you money to plant a listening device in my home, even if you give it a woman's name.
Equally, I'm more likely to give an Ethiopian banker my bank account number and password over the internet than give your drivers a key to my house.
From Twitter, I've come to realize that contemporary reading comprehension is slightly better than a mollusk's.
If the term "sexual assault" now includes being touched by a nonagenarian with Parkinson's who's in a wheelchair, while surrounded by his family, then a whole new light is cast on my thirty-five years of nursing home visits. I may be a much bigger victim than I thought.