Dyson’s bizarre new headphones have a built-in air purifier
They were supposed to be by the front door. He always left them there. It was a reflex to reach for them as he left and to dump them there when he got back. His wife’s were there and the kids’ ones too – cute colours with the latest characters streaming along the arms. But his? He was late. No time to look. He couldn’t take hers, they weren’t set up for him. He’d have to go out without. Damn. His wearable showed his vitals spiking. Damn. He breathed deeply and opened the door. The images and sounds overwhelmed him. Damn.