Technology…


“Ring – Ring”

“This is Garafalo’s and this phone-call is for Dawn Smith…” (Pause) “Her eyeglasses are ready to be picked up. Our hours are from 9 A.M. to 7 P.M. Friday, 10 A.M. to 6 P.M. Saturday, and closed Sunday.  Hours for Monday through Thursday are 10 A.M. to 9 P.M. If you would like this message repeated press 1, otherwise, hang-up.”

And there you have it, a succinct and to the point message spoken in clear, easy to understand English.  It was a pleasure talking and even listening to this person.

Oh that’s right…I was talking with a robot.  Isn’t it crazy, that in this technologically advanced country you need speak to a programmed machine if you wish to have a conversation that is discernible.

I guess that I am a relic of the past because I have problems using my iPhone.  Smart phones, as they are called, blow me away.  Though, I do admit using Google Maps frequently.  I just can’t remember things anymore, so thank goodness for the GPS on most phones.

I normally have my daughter do the GPS thing but the other night following my hospital stay in this, newer to me, city I was getting myself lost so my trusty iPhone gave me turn by turn directions and audibly so my eyes could stay on the road. They really are marvelous.

My daughter is receiving an education for, who knows what, the job she will have in all likelihood hasn’t been invented yet.  Kids today have an unbelievably hard row to hoe ahead of them.

But going by my daughter’s unfailingly good attitude her generation will create opportunities that can postpone the world’s destruction a little while longer.

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