Let’s say you forgot your phone somewhere. Left it on your desk at work/in your locker/in a field/dropped it down a toilet. This is what you might do while you waited to retrieve your phone, if you were in this purely hypothetical situation: Call it. Five times. To make sure it isn’t in the house. Curse silent-mode. Stare at your bag, where your phone should be. Lift the bag and call your phone again, to see if you…
You know what I hate? Using my credit card over the phone. Or putting any number longer than a local or international number into a phone. Because that requires entering the number in before the automated voice says: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that, try again. Well, of course you didn’t catch that. It wasn’t a ball. Or my shoe, hurtling towards your head. You don’t even have a head. You are a machine. May I speak to a real…
