When my cell service momentarily disappears in an area where service is reliable, I stare at my phone and the absence of those four tiny bars and think, “Oh no. They’ve finally done it. Someone launched the missiles.”
And then, for a fraction of a second, I really do believe that nuclear war has begun.
A second later, the bars on my phone return – service is restored – and I’m thrust back into a world that is still, blessedly, armageddon free.
It’s terrifying. Every time. Truly.
