Boyfriend was apparently sick of me calling him while driving from my speakerphone and potentially killing myself, or was just supremely annoyed at the fact that I always sounded like I was speaking through a sock. And so what should arrive in the mail but this cute little bluetooth! It makes every call feel VERY, VERY IMPORTANT. It makes you want to multi-task and do things like call your lawyer from the treadmill and shout at him about how it should be 3 million, not 2.
I do not have a lawyer, unless you count my Dad. Dad, stand by for your shouty bluetooth call.