Did you hear the one about the woman who got a smart phone and then couldn’t work it?
She went for the fancy phone because they’re easy to use. Fool proof. Intuitive. Wee buns.
First, she lost some numbers. That meant texts went to landlines and caused hilarity. Hmm.
In attempting to add numbers, she kept calling people by mistake and couldn’t figure out how to end the call. That was a bit embarrassing, but her well known incompetence saved some blushes.
After a few weeks, she was feeling very comfortable with the phone, if only she could get it to, well, ring.
Yes, there were emails and texts and the wholewideworld at her fingertips, but she kept missing phone calls. The volume was up loud- maybe the children were changing it by mistake when playing Temple Run? Maybe the piano riff tone is too subtle to be heard? Subtley was not the woman’s normal style. Maybe it was her hearing?
All the settings were as they should be. It just didn’t make any noise.
Her husband suggested she bring it back to the shop, but she knew that would only lead to one thing- utter humiliation.
Finally, she gave the phone and the instructions to her children and demanded that they sort it out. The youngest, diligent, took the book and wondered how she was ever going to read it all. The eldest, problem solver and avoider of books when possible, decided to press all the buttons. What happens if I press this big silver button on the side?