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My New Phone



Should I Really Join Facebook? 

When I bought my first smart phone, I thought about the 30-years in business with thousands of fellow employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up, under duress, for Twitter and Facebook, so my  kids could communicate with me in the modern way.  I figured I
could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except
the bowel movements of the entire next generation.

I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my toolbox.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library.  I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Bluetooth [it’s red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive.  I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me.  I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.

I mean, the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside that
gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time.  Every 10 minutes, she would
sarcastically say, “Re-calc-u-lating.”  You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely
tolerate me.  She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light.  Then,
if I made a right turn instead. Well, it was not a good relationship…

Now, When I get really lost  I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross
streets and, while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use our cordless phones.  We have had them for 4 years, but I still
haven’t figured out how I lose three phones all at once and have to run around looking under pilloes, digging under chair cushions, checking bathrooms, and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me.

They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store.

You would think they could settle on something themselves, but this sudden “Paper
or Plastic?”  Every time I check out, just knocks me for a loop.  I bought some of those cloth reusable bags
to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them with me.

Now I toss it back to them.

When they ask me, “Paper or plastic?” I just say, “Doesn’t matter to me. I am
bi-sacksual.”  Then it’s their turn to stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do fart a lot.”

P.S. I know some of you
are not over 70.    I figured your sense of humour could handle it….

We senior citizens don’t need any more gadgets.  The TV remote and the
garage door  remote are about all we can handle.

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