Thread: A message from an old mate, how true.

Should I Really Join Facebook?

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I ran with
1800 employees, all without a cell phone that play 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, my 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.

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 going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that
in a box under my tool bench with the Bluetooth [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 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 now, I 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 frank, I 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 lose three phones all at once and have to run around
digging under chair cushions, 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 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 do fart a lot."

P.S. I know some of you are not over 70. I sent it to you to allow you to
forward it to those who are. I figured your sense of humor could handle
it....


We senior citizens don't need any more gadgets. The TV remote and the
garage door remote are about all we can handle.

Yeah, I know - Twitter, Facebook, Phones etc. Don't get me started on Tap and Pay, electronic wallets, digital currency - blah blah blah. I don't trust any of this internet stuff. I always insist my 'bit coins' get posted to my home mail address.