Facebook proffers this item for my review:
I really hope that it’s because I’ve posted that an Iron Maiden poster got me a wife.
And not because aforementioned beautiful wife has put an Iron Maiden cassette into the deck in our 2008 vehicle which I’ve been listening to in the mornings taking my oldest to band practice.
Because I’m really close to believing that my phone was also listening and selling that information to shadowy Internet data brokers who passed it onto Facebook.
I did click through, but I am not sure that she would get enough use out of a $50 cooler to buy it for her for Christmas.
I wrote and scheduled this post last night; this morning, in my Facebook memories, I see this post:
Unfortunately, I often run out of Iron Maiden before I run out of work day.
Clearly they saw me coming in 2017.
