A smile for people over 50
When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business that I ran with 1,800 employees, all without a mobile phone that plays music, takes videos and photos and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed under pressure for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven children, their husbands,13 grandchildren and 2 great-grandchildren could communicate with me in the modern way. I found out that with just something as simple as Twitter I
could use space with just 140 characters.
That was before one of my grandchildren saddled me for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and everything that sent a message to my mobile phone and any other program within the text World. My phone squeaked every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not willing to live like that. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The children bought a GPS for my last birthday because they think I do not know the way to the grocery or library. I keep that in my toolbox with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone that I'm supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and found myself in the vicinity of H & M when I spoke to my wife and everyone within 50 meters looked at me. I had to take off my hearing aid to use it, and I spoke a little loudly.The GPS was nice on my dashboard, but the lady of the GPS, who spoke, was the most annoying person I had come across for a long time. Every 10 minutes she said sarcastically, recalculate. You would think that she might be nicer. It was as if she could hardly tolerate me. She left a deep sigh to tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. If I then turned right, yes, it was not a good relationship.
When I really do not know the way anymore, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and if she starts to develop in the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, I know at least that she loves meTo be completely candid, I still try to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have it for 4 years now but I have not figured out how to operate three phones at the same time while I have to search under chair cushions and in bathrooms and check the dirty laundry baskets when the telephone rings.
The world is too complex for me. They even make me crazy when I go to the grocery store. You would think they could arrange something yourself but this sudden Paper or Plastic? whenever I have done my shopping. I bought a few of these cloth bags to avoid these kinds of questions, but I always forget to take them with me.
Now I throw it back to them. When they ask me, Paper or Plastic? I just say, it does not matter. I am bi-bagged. Then it is up to them to stare at me. I was recently asked if I tweeted. I answered, no, but I leave a lot of farts.
PS I know that not all of you are over 50, but it is meant for those who are.
We seniors no longer need gadgets. The remote control of the TV and the garage is just about everything that we can deal with.
