Google

I went to the App Store looking for the Google app to download to my iPhone. Why? Well, that is not important right now.

I found the app. Before I hit the download icon, I saw this on my screen.

Now I'm no fraidy-cat and I'm no pussy. But this made my head explode. And I know I can live without the Google app.

I put my phone in the washing machine and set it for SCRUB HARD.

Maybe Google already knows everything about me. It's all out there in cyberspace, right? But I didn't sign up for that. At least I don't think I did.

But, oh the hundreds of times I have blown right through the terms and conditions! Christ.

I'm screwed. My reputation is shot. They know what I did last night.