Bluetooth.

I’m walking down the street.  Minding my own business, I walk past a complete stranger, who, with excitement, says, “Hello!”
“Hi?” I respond, and turn around.  The person keeps walking in a hurry.  Sometimes I spot the little plastic device in the person’s ear — other times I question their sanity.
“How are you?” another person asks?
“Good . . . ” Oh wait.  Bluetooth.

"Hey, babe, I'm talking on my Bluetooth. Oh yeah."

Another scenario.
“God damn fuckin’ fucks, going to take me to the clean’as, gonna warsh m’out!  Mo’fuckas!”
Hm.  He must be talking on his Bluetooth!  No problem.
. . . Oh wait, he’s just some crazy homeless man.

How 'bout them BLUE pants?

Sometimes, it’s hard to tell the difference between the two.
“AW SHUCKS, BABY, WHY YOU TREAT ME THIS WAY.”
Bluetooth?  Possibly!  Not sure, maybe she’s just mad at the world.  Or God.  Don’t know!
“I love potatoes!”
Maybe this person loves potatoes so much that they want to declare it to the world!  Or maybe they’re telling someone that they’d love potatoes for dinner or something.  Either way, this person is weird.

These men are depicting what the creators intended Bluetooth to be -- Hip, seemingly expensive/high quality, needed, sexy, desired, bedroom toys, aides in increasing stamina . . .

Bluetooths, all in all, seem like a waste of money (well, only 50 dollars or so).  I guess they can come in handy for the person who is on the phone A LOT, but for the average human, they seem a little far fetched.  Complications involving the wireless, finicky voice activations and having to wear the headpiece just makes it not worth the trouble — oh yeah, and don’t forget that half the people that you walk past on the streets think you’re a madman!