I'm not really being nasty, this is exactly how he was made to feel yesterday when he was shopping...
Let me explain.
A couple of weeks ago, his old Nokia hands-free kit (you know, the type with a wire) finally bit the dust, so we went yesterday to buy another. Easy, huh?
It took until the sixth shop to find one. Every single assistant asked what he wanted, he explained, and then the tumbleweed would roll across the shop floor as they gathered their thoughts and replied "We only sell Bluetooth, now, sir".
After the fourth shop, I said, "You'll have to just get a Bluetooth, love".
"No", he yelped, "I refuse to look like a sci-fi extra. Ten years ago you knew if you saw someone talking to themselves in the street, they were a loon. Now, you can't tell! I refuse to look like an eejit".
With that, the dinosaur turned and lumbered on to the next shop.
He was thrilled to find what he wanted in the sixth shop, but it should be noted that it was the last one in stock...