*Should I Really Join Facebook?*
A good laugh for people in the over 50 group !!!
When I bought my Blackberry I thought about the 30-year business I ran
with 1800 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 seven kids, their spouses,
13 grand kids and 2 great grand 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.
That was before one of my grand kids hooked me up for
TweeterTweetreeTwhirlTwitterfonTweetie and Twittererific
TweetdeckTwitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone
and every other program within the texting world.
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 golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get
lost every now and then [I NEVER get lost -- I'm a NAVY PILOT..!!!]
going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under
my tool bench with the Blue tooth [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 (BITCHING BETTY) 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. When I get really lost
nowI 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 frankI am still trying to learn how to use the cordless
phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years but I still haven't
figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have to run
around digging under chair cushions and 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 in 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 toot."
P.S. I know some of you are not over 50. I sent it to you to allow you
to forward it to those who are.
Us senior citizens don't need anymore gadgets. The TV
remote and the
garage door remote are about all we can handle.—Unknown
