Today's OneWord: Cellular

"Beg pardon, ma'am," intoned the older gentleman wearing a top hat and carrying a silver-topped cane. "But have you happened to glance a rogue cellular device around here?"

The nineteen-year-old college student wrinkled her nose at the odd display. She had been settling down at her table with a large latte and a crumbly scone, and now some guy with an Edwardian era hard-on was asking her about a misplaced phone.

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