That’s a plain and simple fact.
Anna told the guy who talked me out of a Blackberry with a QWERTY keypad into a Droid with a screen that collects fingerprints that before the day was over I would throw the phone.
How’d she know?
It should have been simple.
Old phone gone. New phone in hand.
Anna was wrong in one thing.
I didn’t throw the phone across the seats into the back of the van.
I threw it later in the evening along with the jar or mayonnaise when I found out I wasn’t receiving messages and could not send them because I could not type on a Droid. Might as well have been a Druid. Neither one would work.
I spent most of the night bribing my grandson with smaller fingers and more smarts to type on the invisible alphabet on the Droid so I could download a couple of programs. It worked until the television bid more for his time than I could.
I tried going to the BIG computer and having programs send 4 digit codes to the Droid so I could simply click and download.
The Droid isn’t receiving messages. Who knows why? Maybe it’s Droid mating season. God knows something is happening coz the Droids are taking over.
I can’t send messages coz I can’t find the keyboard on the Droid and if it magically appears my fingers type the wrong letters. If I type anything it looks like I’m speaking in wkawgaswihtsa.
I also can’t talk on the Droid coz I don’t hear it ring, IF it rings. And I can’t call anyone to speak to them coz I can’t find the keyboard and couldn’t type the numbers if I could find them.
Elijah (perfect name for a guy selling promises) at the phone store couldn’t get the Droid to receive text messages either. He told gmail to send my secret name to the phone so we could set up something or other. I couldn’t remember my secret name and can’t remember now if we ever got whatever it was set up or not. I doubt it coz I also couldn’t remember my super secret password and the Droid wasn’t receiving messages so we couldn’t change me or the password.
Didn’t really matter to him. Matters a lot to me.
By the time I left the phone store with the Droid in hand, Elijah and I were totally confused. Didn’t matter to him. He has access to about 47 bazillion phones and 4 co-workers who are probably proficient in Droid speak. I have only 1 Droid that doesn’t work and one grandson who is beyond my bidding capacity.
I’m going to call Elijah when the store opens and ask him in Droid speak how to get friggin messages on the Droid. If he doesn’t give me an answer I can understand and execute, I think I might just kill him and save everyone on a personal operating system of 5.7 or higher.
Besides, he deserves it.
From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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Typed on an old computer with an XP operating system