MESA, ARIZONA — 4 days ago, while elbow deep in service tickets, Natasha Angelov felt her phone buzz. Her friend Marta had sent a Boomerang of a dog falling off the couch, with a “me tonight” caption. Natasha glanced, laughed out loud, and put her phone back in her back pocket.
“LOL,” she replied at 2:11 this afternoon.
“What?” Marta immediately shot back.
“I sent that last week.”
“Yeah, you going to Alana’s thing tonight?” Natasha asked.
“Maybe. Who else is going?”