I have an iPhone. I am barely able to operate it. In the first month I managed to delete all the apps off it. Twice.
It's been brought to my attention that I don't deserve technology such as this.
It's true. I don't. I can barely operate most things that plug in, glow or use a battery. That said, I really like them. I enjoy what they give me when I can make them go. The rest of the time, when they frustrate me, I really want to throw them into the road and run them over with my bus, but whatever.
So here's what happened this week.
I took Little Miss to school Monday morning. I was a little off, I'll admit. I had basically been off the routine for two whole weeks.
After I got her settled into her classroom I started my walk back through school, across the play ground and out to the far end of the parking lot to my bus. As I'm walking through the parking lot, I keep thinking to myself, I hear music. I'm walking along looking into cars trying to see where the music is coming from and all the cars are empty, but I still hear the music.
I got all the way to my own car before I realized the music was coming out of my own pocket and meant my phone was ringing.
Yup. I don't deserve it. It's technology wasted.
PS. My friend--yup, I know you're reading too!--thought it was hysterical that I didn't know my own pocket was ringing.
Maybe I should have someone change my ring tone to say something like, "Hey Jen, this is your phone making the noise. Answer it all ready, or don't you know how?"