I started by thinking about how long it had been since I was on a "real" mezzanine, one as of old. Nifty things, they were. Then I got into words that rhyme with mezzanine: magazine, Argentine, tangerine, tetrazine (not involving chicken), thorazine and all those other "zine" drugs, and bombazine -- a word most folks have never even heard today. I'm strange. Yup, and I do know it, but there ya go. And if it gives you any comfort, computers hate me too. The techno-gods cursed me long ago. I don't even get along with light switches and things that plug in.

Here's hoping your identity is not thefted by the mobile phone guy,
the Fairy Godmother of Verbal Usage