“It’s like a pedometer,” she continued. “But updated, and better. The goal is to take ten thousand steps per day, and, once you do, it vibrates.”
I forked some salami into my mouth. “Hard?”
“No,” she said. “It’s just a tingle.”
For hours each night I would talk to people, asking pretty much whatever I wanted. The trick of course is to match the right person with the right question. Take this young woman I met in Boston a few years back. I'd been signing for almost six hours, and when she finally stepped up to the table my mind went blank. "When, um...when did you last touch a monkey?" I asked. I expected "Never" or "It's been years", but instead she took a step back saying "Oh, can you smell it on me?" The young woman's name was Jennifer and it turned out that she worked for Helping Hands, an organisation that trains monkeys to toil as slaves for paralysed people. At her invitation I visited the facility outside Boston, and spent a pleasant afternoon having my pockets picked by some of the cleverer students.
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