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MY PHONE’S FASTER
THAN YOUR PHONE
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My 18 year old son walked by the other day, texting feverishly
on his stupid little Apple IPhone. My moment in the sun had arrived.
"What are you doing?" I asked, knowing full well what
he was doing.
He shrugged. "Nothing."
I nodded at his precious IPhone, which is never more than two
feet from him. "You really like that phone, don’t you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"It’s got everything, doesn’t it?" I said.
"I guess." He was getting more suspicious.
"Why?"
The time had come. I pulled my NEW Apple IPhone from my pocket
and waved it across his obsolete face. "Ha!" I cried. "You
don’t even have 3G!"
As usual, he looked at me like I was wacko. "You don’t
even know what 3G is," he said.
"So what?" I answered. "I know I’ve got it and
you don’t. I am hereby more technologically advanced than you."
He tried to grab my spanking new 3G Apple IPhone from my hand.
"Why would you buy a new phone?" he asked. "You’ll never
use any of its features. Why don’t you just give it to someone who will
appreciate it, like me?"
Fat chance. This was the first time in my life I was on the
cutting edge of technology, and I wasn’t about to give it up. All I had to
do now was figure out how to use it.
I began by practicing my two-thumb no-look texting on the touch
screen keyboard. I quickly typed an obnoxious message to my son, stating
"My phone is better than your phone. Ha Ha Ha." Unfortunately, it
read as follows: "Nt pjonw it bwttet yham youe phumr. Gaga hy."
Immediately, I realized that the Apple IPhone was not designed for
fat-fingered guys like me.
I slowed it down a bit, using one finger and correcting my
mistakes. After about three minutes, the sentence was complete and I sent it
to my son. He had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting.
I never liked texting, anyway. I was more interested in the
other functions, like checking the weather around the world. I figured that
one out pretty easily.
"Want to know the current temperature in Montreal?" I asked
my wife a little later in the evening as she walked by.
"No."
Clearly, she was jealous. Not only did she not have an old IPhone,
like my son, but she was still using a regular antiquated cell phone, just
like the cavemen. The only thing she could do was make calls and answer
them. What a joke.
"I put you on my ‘favorites’ list," I replied.
"But if you don’t improve your attitude regarding my new 3G IPhone, I
may have to take you off and put you back with the regular ‘contacts.’"
"You don’t even know what 3G is," she replied.
"I know it makes my IPhone faster than anybody else’s," I
replied.
This perked my son up. "OK, I’ll race you. Let’s see who can
connect to the internet faster."
"I can connect to the internet?" I asked, incredulous.
"How do I do that?"
Naturally, he was disgusted, but he showed me how to do it. Then he
pulled out his IPhone and challenged me to a race. The first phone to
connect to www.espn.com would win. We were putting 3G technology, whatever
that is, to the test.
It wasn’t exactly fair. He had already made the connection while I
was still typing, and correcting, then typing, then correcting, espn.com. My
fat little fingers were quite the liability.
Once I got the website typed in, we started the race again. Sure
enough, my 3G technology beat his obsolete old IPhone by at least five
seconds. He was crushed.
"Loser, loser, loser," I bellowed in triumph.
"You’re never going to make it in the world with that old
thing."
His eyes grew wide with envy, and I could see he had a hunger
for my 3G technology. I was witnessing youthful ambition, and that was a
good thing.
And as for you," I added, motioning to my wife, "you
might as well retire to the garden. Your time has long passed you by."
I’m sure that didn’t go over well, but I was too busy
checking the weather in Dubai to really notice.
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