Are you a technology enabler? Because I am.
Around 7:30 this morning, my mom left me a cryptic voicemail. “Hello, darling. Could you call me back?” Fearing the worst, I dialed immediately.
“Oh, good. Dad can’t find his phone, but last night he heard some kind of chime that sounded like a text message, but now his battery’s dead. So could you text him, please?”
This is a woman who used to wake me up to turn the printer on for her. I tell her that I went geocaching, using my iPhone as a GPS device, and she puts her head in her hands and moans, “Ohhhh, ohhh, I can’t take it…” Yet she’ll gladly use someone else’s phone when offered.
Meanwhile, my dad bought his iPhone last September, but has only resynced it once — last week, after it reverted to factory settings and he thought it broke. He has no battery life, and when I suggest that he buy an extra cable or two, he says that they cost $79.
People! Seriously! You wouldn’t give me a ride to school when I missed the bus, so why should I constantly come over to plug things in? You can navigate Bach motets and write complex grant proposals, so why can’t you follow this? IT’S NOT THAT HARD.
Know how I know that? Because last month my great-aunt joined Facebook.