I Did not write this, only passing it along.

I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all
without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and
communicated with Facebook and Twitter.

I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids,
their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me
in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter
with only 140 characters of space.

That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter,
Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix
and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other
program within the texting world.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of
everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation.
I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my
golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get
lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep
that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am
supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at
Barnes and Noble talking to my wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was
glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it,
and I got a little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady
inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time.
Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating".  You
would
think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She
would let go with a deep sigh and
then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would
make a right turn instead, it was not good.

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of
the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as
Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the
cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still
haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run
around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty
laundry baskets when the phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up
every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on
something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check
out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to
avoid looking confused, but I never
remember to take them in with me.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I
just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual."  Then it's their turn to
stare at me with a blank look.

I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a
lot."

PS:  I know some of you are not over 50; but you can look forward to it....and laugh!!

I'm "Bi-sacksual" too!   That was funny, but as Joe said, some of it is to close to home.

Jerry