So we upgraded our phones yesterday.
Little did we understand that upgrading ones phone is much like visiting a foreign country, one whose language one does not speak and whose strange customs one finds not only confusing but irritating. This might have been best put off until Friday night, when one has time to learn the arcane rituals and sleight-of-hand required these days.
Problem: phone rings, but answering requires crack team of experts.
Problem: multiple screens are confusing to elderly brain.
Problem: touch screen technology meant for skeletal fingers of prepubescent children, not clumsy sausage hands of middle aged women.
Solution: cursing, bitching, and alcohol in reasonable quantities. Oh, and amusing games to take mind off frustration.
This phone contains more technology than the first moon landing. I wonder at which point I will be able to reliably answer an incoming call?
Properly Inquisitive 