Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The king is dead, long live the king

So a few weeks back I was sitting in the Nashville airport, waiting for my flight home after a meeting. I’ve got time to kill and for once I’m actually being productive. The laptop is out, I’m referring to papers spread on the chair next to me, I’m on and off the cell phone – if I didn’t know any better I’d say I was one of those guys who you know, worked. I was even dressed all prettylike because I had just come from a meeting. Crazy. Anyway there I am working furiously, when a woman approaches. It seemed that she had somehow locked her cell phone, and was hoping that I might be able to assist. Although unfamiliar with her phone I naturally said I would be glad to help, and put forth a couple of (tolerable at best) ideas. Before we could act the woman’s four year old daughter comes running up, “mommy, mommy, you do it like this”! The girl grabs the phone from her mother and after a flurry of keystrokes too fast for mortal eyes to detect, presents the now functioning phone to her mother. I’ve been technology gapped.

1 comment:

Angela said...

Hopefully next time someone will ask you to fix their VCR or turntable, and you can totally show that kid who's boss.