The other day I seemed to be at Starbucks and a mom, text-messaged her teenage son right out of the store, request what kind of Frappachino he wanted? She started punching in details to her little blackberry like device, when the entranceway was less than 10-feet away and her son was right outside. What's going on with so? Intrigued by this whole thing, I went outside to speak with the son, and he