Well, I’ve seen my
first drone. On July fourth, there was a drone hovering over Spiritus Pizza. I
heard it before I saw it. The sound is quite annoying, enough to make me wish
this new craze doesn’t catch on, but somehow I think that horse has left the
stable. I don’t know what made me look up, but I did and there it was, little
red lights blinking madly, suspended in the sky by its tiny propellers. For one
insane moment I imagined Spiritus was delivering their pizzas by drone. Nah.
More
interesting were the reactions of others on the street. It was very crowded,
and I witnessed delight on quite a few faces, and rage on many others. One guy
was standing in the middle of the street, shaking his fist skyward and yelling,
but I’ve seen him before. He does that all the time. Some people actually
ducked, though there was no danger of being hit. Maybe they thought the drone
would fire something at them. Some folks looked sad, I suppose because these
little flying machines carry with them the promise of invasion of personal
space and privacy, big time. We’ve all heard the stories of celebrities being
photographed by camera-equipped drones. Amazon proposes using drones for their
deliveries in the near future, but with the amount of business they do,
drone-jams are a real possibility. I mean, think of the number of boxes with
that smile one sees on porches, in mailboxes and doorsteps and of course, at
the post office. It would take a rather large flock of drones to deliver all
that. And when would they deliver? Not at night, I hope. Talk about noise
pollution! What if something had to be signed for? And that all important
question, should I tip the drone and if so, how much? Sigh. I hope it’s in the
far future. I’d rather my skies were full of birds, singing sweetly, not
drones, buzzing loudly.
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