Technophobia
Photo: Holger.Ellgaard CC BY-SA 3.0
“I’ll just add it to my shopping list.” I took the all-singing, all-dancing smartphone out of my pocket. There are very few times when the phrase ‘horrified fascination’ is justified, but it seemed to fit his expression as I reached for the pen.
“It’s a smartphone!” Well, yes, I am aware of that. He had dragged me, kicking and screaming, into the twenty-first century some time ago. “You’re supposed to write your notes on it…”
“That’s what I’m doing.”
“But that’s a post-it note!”
“And?”
“You have sticky-note software… ” I simply waited. He was laughing too much to have a sensible conversation. “….you don’t have to stick one to the phone!”
Now, my shopping lists are brief and to the point. They are not masterpieces of cursive script or convoluted prose, but more of a curt and almost indecipherable scrawl… that ‘almost’ is critical…
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