As much as I cringe when I see pedestrians clutching their personal protection against the scourge of real-time interaction, the imminent demise of my own technical best buddies rattled me.
In the same way I was sent off-balance by missing an episode of Dark Shadows after middle school or Star Trek in college (in the bleak days before DVR), it seemed my life fabric would be rent in two by device changes. However, Siri was holding out on me. Her screen had grown cold to my touch, and I was losing contact with the outer realms. The time had arrived for us to break up, to go where many have gone before.
Technology Heaven is just down the street from me. The decision of what to purchase was easy, but the upgrade protocol was a surprise. Reeling from sticker shock, though sorely tempted to just get the whole thing over and submit to forking over several sacks of cash, this experienced Minister of Procurements decided to shop around.
Times like these demand coffee. Steeled by a single shot expresso for me and a triple shot for my daughter, with mild trepidation we entered the Lair of All Things Phone. When we left the house, I am sure we looked like any other mother-daughter team on a mission. In The Lair, however, I was separated from the herd and labeled “dinosaur.”
This Tyrannosaurus Rex with a purse full of plastic does not endure such indignities quietly, and I am proud to say that junior T-Rex had a thing or two to add to the fray. Embattled, but with two new phones in hand, we plotted our revenge in the storied Land of Satisfaction Surveys, and maneuvered our land craft back to Technology Heaven.
The celestial surgeons prescribed a Vulcan Mind Meld for my aged computer. I readily agreed. One day later, new Pro in hand, balance was restored.
