We were eating breakfast at the cafe in the Stratosphere hotel in Las Vegas. Our demonstrator, Greg Rostami, was obviously hyping up for the show. Adrenalin flowing, he whipped out his Palm Pilot and proceeded to demonstrate it for me and my son, Heath, who were the rest of the CES tradeshow booth team. "Addresses..., phone numbers..., birthdays. They're all easily accessible," Greg stated.

"Do you have my birthday?" I asked.

"No," he responded, slowly.

"You used to have my birthday," I insisted.

"The battery went out and I lost it," apologized Greg.

"I have YOUR birthday," I countered, pulling out my wallet calendar and opening it up to show him. "I've been carrying this for twenty years without losing it. Look right here: 'Greg Rostami', with your phone number, your address, your birthday, and your social security number."

"Why do you have my social security number?" Greg asked, concerned.

"I have my mom's social security number too. Do you have your mom's social security number?"

"No...," Greg said, considering. "But I have a chart that converts shirt sizes among the various commonwealths in Europe, and the dollar/yen exchange rate that updates every time I log onto the internet!" he finished, triumphantly.

It was my turn. "I have my taxpayer's ID number, my alarm code, and the combination to my safe."

Greg's turn. "I can play checkers, chess, backgammon, and I can watch fifteen seconds of porn... in color," he leered.

"You only last for fifteen seconds?" I asked, flatly.

Greg was irritated. "Don't give me that. I know you carry accessories... What about your watch?"

I looked Greg straight in the eyes. "Do you know what time it is?" I asked, deliberately.

Greg paused for a long moment before finally giving in. "No... No, I don't."

It's funny because it true!

"But I got a cool new card trick to show you! But first, can you figure out the mysterious YOT?? Alien Technology I tell you."