Old Men, New Technology

This is a true tale of two old dudes trying to cope with modern technology.

I was in my chair yesterday afternoon, listening to a podcast and almost dozing off. I had been up since 4 after sleeping for less than 5 hours, so it was understandable that I might fade off. Suddenly and alarmingly, this very early and ungodly rising seems to be a trend: a trend that does not actually cause me joy.

But I digress.

The phone rang and overrode the podcast. I saw that it was Dave calling. We had recently arranged to have coffee with Dave and Lorna next week. Oh dear! something has come up and he must be calling to cancel.

Me: "Hello ... hello ... hello."

Background noise.

Me: Hello, hello DAVE."

Dave: "Who is this?"

John: "It's me, John."

Dave: "John. You called, or did I butt-dial you?"

Me: "You called me."

We sorted it out. He had somehow butt-dialled me.

I should interject here to tell you that it wasn't even a proper phone call, for we were looking at each other on our screens. He had actually butt-facetimed me. That's a first in my lil ole life.

Beyond that there was nothing much else to say after we confirmed next week's meetup.

So, we said our goodbyes.

But then neither of us could get out of the call. I kept trying to close the screen and end the call, and he was doing likewise.

To no avail.

It was funny. I was laughing.

Finally, in utter frustration, Dave said, "I am just going to shut down the phone now."

Hopefully this actual and factual, true-story provides with a big Friday smile.