There is a bulge in the pocket of my jeans and I am not quite sure what to do about it. I shift, I fidget, I try to adjust but there is little I can do. Oh, this is awkward. A friend turns to me and asks, “What’s wrong? Are you happy to see me or is there a comically large smartphone in your pocket?” Sheepishly, I grin and pull out the source of my discomfort.
“Indeed,” I say. “There is a comically large smartphone in my pocket. This is the Samsung Galaxy Note II.”