Monday, July 4, 2011
While at a store yesterday picking out labels, I forgot what kind of printer we have. As luck would have it, I had my cell phone with me and was able to call Mike. (I don't generally have my cell phone with me but Mike has been a little more insistent lately about me using it. Safety issues and such. As a result, I am not really familiar with how it works.) After getting an answer to my question, I went to turn the phone off but couldn't. It seemed to be "stuck." I went to the cash to pay for my purchase, apologizing to the young sales clerk for being distracted due to my cell phone. She kindly offered to help and I readily accepted her help. "That's okay," she said. "I help my mom all the time." Crap. I am no longer the cool (in my eyes) young woman who snubs her nose at technology while holding on tightly to a pen and paper. I am the old lady who doesn't know how to work her VCR. You know her, right? Your grandmother, your mom. Well, now you know another one.