Friday, 9 August 2013

Response 5: I’ve got an app for that

I can remember the exact moment when I finally snapped.  I was at Burger King and the ‘server’ was taking my order while sending a text on her phone.  Safe to say I did not get what I ordered.

The anger had built up inside me like a volcano.  By the time I reached home I was ready to explode.  No one talked to each other anymore, actually sat down and talked.  I couldn’t go 5 minutes without my phone telling me what to wear, or some other criticism to add to the mounting insecurities of my fragile life.

I worked on developing the phone application for five months, it was surprisingly easy.  I typed in the numbers 1973 and I was here… okay there is more sexism, flares and bad underwear, but people are still astounded by a remote control on a wire and I am calm once more.

1 comment:

  1. I wonder how many of us would like to go back in time to a time when everything seemed simpler. If you wanted to ring somebody you waited until you got home, if you were lucky enough to have a phone at home.