So here I sit, contemplating a sleek, new addition to my business. I’m the proud Grandmama of a bouncing baby Droid. Sliding my fingers over it's smooth surface, trying to make sense of the screen icons, the buttons, the applications, the funny sound it makes when a message comes in, and the ringtone that I have no idea how to customize...I feel like I'm back in Kindergarten, trying to make sense of a complicated "grown up" world.
Only the world I'm trying to figure out is not a grown up one at all, rather one that people thirty years my junior handle with fluency. The college student who sold me the device, let her fingers skate over the phone seamlessly adding apps, shifting without a pause between phone and email and google.
"Wow, you have over 700 phone contacts!" she announced to the entire Verizon store, impressed that someone my age could possibly have that many people stored on my phone. "Yeah, I should delete some of my old boyfriends...ya think?" I confessed. "Cool!" she trilled, showing her fellow-younguns my impressive contact/ex-boyfriend list.
But when I hit the wrong button on Facebook and my contacts suddenly merged with my Facebook photo faces and profiles, my valuable phone numbers disappeared and I panicked. The sales associate just rolled her eyes, grabbed the phone and fixed it. "That's what happens when you sync your phone contacts with Facebook," she scolded.
My head is still spinning and it spun all the way home as I contemplated the awesome power of my new phone. Not to assign supernatural intelligence to a mere machine, I couldn't help but think, as the Metro-North conductor came around to collect tickets, that it is just a matter of time before he points a phone at my phone and the fare is collected. No paper, no punches, no tickets to purchase, no receipts, no upgrading from non-peak to peak hour fares. Just me and my phone. Point and click. And the record goes to my expense database. Wow.