I noticed a tiny microphone on my car dash this morning. I’d never seen it before.
What in the sweet fuck was this?
I’m not going to lie, Internet: I was pretty sure it was a bug that Big Brother inserted to spy on me.
I tried to yank it out for a minute, then, when I couldn’t, vowed to snip it later in the day.
Or maybe to Google it.
Turns out that the mike is, most likely, a Bluetooth mike that ties in with the new sound system I installed a month or two ago.
The government is not listening to me singing along to the Spice Girls.
What a relief.
Mostly for them.