On Sunday, I went to the Exploratorium, which is a great hands-on science museum here in San Francisco. It was there that I typed the least helpful text message in the brief history of SMSing. I had gotten separated from Hank and Daisy, so I whipped out my cell phone and typed this message to Hank: Marco
Recognizing my predicament, Hank promptly and helpfully typed back: Polo
It took me a while to find them.