Friday, May 4, 2012

I can't keep up with you kids and your technology.

You GUYS. Last week, I finally bit the bullet, joined the world of fancy high tech gadgets, and bought myself an iPhone. (To go with my fancy new job, of course. I can't let those young art directors show me up.)

I waited patiently for a whole week, checking the mailbox each day like he was bringing my Red Ryder secret decoder.

Finally, a Santa dressed all in brown with very manly shorts dropped off a package on my doorstep. I hid behind the door and waited until the truck pulled away, eyes gleaming.

When I opened the box, angels sang.

K was my first call; he knew I'd been patiently awaiting my new bundle of joy for days.

"Hey honey! How is your new phone?"
"It's GREAT! I LOVE IT! BUT I THINK IT'S BROKEN!"
"Why?? What's wrong?"
"I DON'T KNOW! YOU SOUND REALLY FAR AWAY!"
"Honey... did you take the plastic covering off of the speaker?" 
"WHAT?"
"The PLASTIC COVERING! YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT OFF OF THE FRONT!"
(silence)
"I'LL CALL YOU RIGHT BACK."

I don't know if I'm ready for all of this, you guys. Should people who sleep with giant carebears be allowed to have iPhones?

5 comments:

  1. My phone is in dire need of replacement - it's a ghetto Nokia that's trying to be a Blackberry - because it's recently decided that it doesn't have enough internal memory to do stuff like sync my emails or use speed dial.

    But I'm scared of touch screen phones. I mean, my current POS phone? I'd had it for two days when it had an encounter with a nail file in my handbag and got the crap scratched out of it...

    So yeah. I feel your technological pain...

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  2. holy crap. i did the same thing. and then i became an iphoe guru.

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  3. Melbs, I was TERRIFIED of the touch screen. I mean, I cannot go one day without spilling some sort of food substance on myself. But with a good screen protector, I feel a little better about it.

    Little, let's just hope your guru-ness rubs off on me--I have got to figure this high tech gadget out!

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  4. You friend is awesome for immediately knowing that it would've been something as simple as the plastic. :)

    We used to get calls like this in a call center I used to work at for watches. People would be all, "why is my glass fuzzy," and then I would have to explain that it was protective plastic. Good times.

    Lor

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  5. Lor, your customers must have gone to the same rocket science school I did. #hangsheadinshame

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