From The Storyteller
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Secret Foe
I’ve a confession to make, and I hope you can forgive my delay in revealing my problem. The problem: My smart phone has a secret life, and it doesn’t like me. It pretends that we’re pals when others are around, but … Q: “I texted you three different times, why didn’t you respond?” Me: “I never got those texts, see (me showing my phone which now displays all three texts). Q: “Was that message for me?” Me: “No. Sorry”, after typing a long explanation to the wrong person on a different texting thread, which now must be retyped and sent to the right person. Me: “I’m sorry, I wasn’t avoiding you: I just noticed my phone was in “Airplane Mode” for the last two days. These short vignettes are just a tiny sample of the auto correct, word changes, misdirected messages and unwanted notifications that fill my day. I’m pleased that Kroger has eggs on sale; it’s just not the kind of notification I want to have while I’m talking to our banker. When I add low battery, pocket calls and dropped calls, I’m sure you can see how plainly this phone of mine doesn’t like me. I got a new one, suggested by a friend, and that proved to be a disaster. (Being from the same family I should have known). It was like a two-year-old having a temper tantrum. It took over two days of renaming multiple passwords, downloading apps, and uploading contacts, then my car had some kind of a toothache and refused to even talk to my phone without being completely reintroduced. I’m thinking of joining Phones Anonymous. Moral: The pure joy of hanging up on a person is now a distant memory. . |