What does that mean?
Well, you know...the technology can't ummm.... OK, it means that... Oh, geez, I'm just going to illustrate what I mean with a little story.
Mr. Steve drives a fairly new Infiniti. I drive an 11 year old Maxima.
We'll talk about the unfairness of this another day but...
For a few months now I haven't had my Maxima. It's been on 'loan' to someone needing transportation so I've been driving the nifty Infiniti.
Wow. It is a cool car: back-up cameras, Sirius radio, lane change alarms, those cool keys that you just push the button for, the ability to accelerate from zero to 100 in like four seconds (or so I've heard!), etc, etc, etc!
I've been stylin' the ride and riding in style...
I got my car back.
I thought briefly about abandoning it at a mall somewhere so I could continue to use the cool car...
...but that would be wrong...
...and I figured lowering my stress level hauling sticky fingered grandkids around who have the occasional propensity to lick the windows (please don't tell Mr. Jenny about that part) would probably be a good thing.
...on Monday, I drove my car for the first in what feels like forever.
Mr. Jenny started my car and opened the garage door as he often does when I leave to pick up our youngest Granddaughter. On pre-school babysitting days I meet our daughter-in-law at the elementary school the older Grands attend and then take the littlest one to preschool. Since I was a bit early I decided to pick up some of those little round Halloween Dunkin' Donuts for the oldest two Granddaughters lunchboxes.
Of course, that's the only reason I would stop at Dunkin' Donuts. Please. You have such a suspicious mind.
When I pulled into Dunkin' Donuts parking lot, I went to push the little button to turn the car off and there was no little button. I'm not kidding! I looked all around on the dashboard and couldn't find the button. I got out of the car and kind of laid down on the seat and looked for the button. No button.
I was starting to panic and verging on having a total melt-down, when a kindly man walked over and said "Miss? Do you need some help?" to which I replied, "I don't know how to turn my car off..." ... in response to which he leaned into the car, reached around the steering wheel column, turned the key, took it out and handed it to me with the weirdest look on his face.
A FREAKIN' KEY IS HOW YOU TURN THE FREAKIN' CAR OFF?!?!?!?!
He walked away, shaking his head.
I slunk into Dunkin' Donuts feeling like an idiot.
So I got six of those little round donuts in two little bags, and a glazed and a halloween sprinkle donut.
You are soooo suspicious. Three little round donuts for each of the older two grands, the halloween sprinkle donut for the littlest grand and the glazed for our daughter-in-law.
And a coffee for me.
No I don't have the receipt to prove it to you.
After I gathered my coffee and the little bags of donuts, I went to back out to my car with keys.
And put all the stuff on the front seat.
And went to back out of the parking place!
Where were the back-up cameras?!?
Who hid the back-up screen from me?!?!?
I totally had to actually turn my head AND look in the rearview and side mirrors.
People can get hurt like that, right?
Seriously. My neck muscles are still sore from the over-exertion they endured backing out of that parking spot.
So now do you see what I mean?
You have to be smarter than the technology.
Or the lack of technology.
And, yes, this is the most meaningful post I could summon from my boring and sheltered life.