Smart phone, next round

RantWoman must report the next zigs and zags of RantMom vs Smartphone.


RantMom's account in her own words of the actual Smartphone acquisition. Imagine scowling, over RantWoman's land line, obvious in spite of no video

Look folks, first of all, RantMom took two buses to get to your store. RantMom's money is just as green as anyone else's. There is no excuse for her perception of rudeness and indifference to her as a customer. RantWoman was not there. RantWoman knows that RantMom sometimes brings everything in her day that has made her scowl into new experiences. Plus, the road from fumling to "oh neat" is not as straight for RantMom as for others. But ya know, she has lots of church buddies. If y'all get a bad rap for how badly you treat seniors, how the heck do you expect to sell more of the blessed smartphone thingies? Y'all should consider yourselves lucky RantMom didn't just stomp out banging her cane in a huff.

But now RantMom has a Smartphone, and... Late yesterday afternoon, RantWoman was perched at home, tending to Twitter on her new tablet. Yikes. Tweets about a car vs pole accident upstream from Little Sister's house on RantMom's bus route home. Buses backed up. Expect two hour delay while TCI, traffic collision investigation does its work.

Time to alert RantMom. RantMom hardly ever texted with her old phone. RantWoman has not played with the new phone. Nor has she learned RantMom's preferences as far as Twitter (what's that ?) or text message alert. So the alert was going to have to be voice to voice!

RantWoman is running a little low on cell minutes and needs some for a conference call later today. So RantWoman reached for her...LAND LINE. RantWoman dialed RantMom's cell number.

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Pick up.

Oh hallelujah. The Smartphone has NO BUTTONS for RantMom to mash accidentally trying to answer her phone! RantMom's hands have done all kinds of things in her life: plucking chickens, canning produce, fastening buttons, sewing, scrubbing pots and who knows what else besides. But RantMom is fumble fingers now. And it does not help that the chemo drug side effect warnings include risk of neuropathy in hands and feet. RantMom trying to answer her old phone nearly always provoked a torrent of random irritating noises as RantMom collided with one button after another. But it's the age of the Smartphone. NO BUTTONS! No peculiar beeps and electronic shrieks. RantWoman almost missed that the phone got answered.

Message conveyed. RantMom decided she could do the gentler of her walk downhill to the second bus options. Then, by the time RantMom got to the second stop from Little Sister's the bus had been rerouted and RantMom caught the second of the backed up buses.

Now, about those Twitter /text message lessons...?