I’ve just treated myself to one of the joys of high-tech gadgetry.
It took me years to purchase a cell phone. I declared my intention to be the last man on Earth to own one of them; I declared victory in thatĀ pursuit some years ago and bought one.
A couple of years ago, my wife and I — at the relentless insistence of one of our sons — upgraded our phones. We now have “smart phones” that enable us to do a lot of things. We navigate with them; we play games on them; we receive instant communication on them; we are able to receive text message and text in return.
Frankly, I use only a tiny fraction of the apps available on this fancy gadget of mine.
But here’s the thing that knocks me out: We have this device in our Prius called a Bluetooth that pipes these text messages through our radio speaker; we also have one in our big ol’ Dodge pickup.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Bluetooth has been around for some time. Just indulge me for a moment.
My wife and I were driving our Prius. My smart phone chirped at me. I’d gotten a text message from a young man with whom I work. The voice then came through the speaker and said, “Read it or ignore.” I replied “read.” The voice told me what the text message said. The voice then said “reply, ignore or hang up.” I said “reply.” I then offered my young friend a one-word response to the question he had posed in the text message.
Then I instructed the voice to hang up.
I did all this while driving our little hybrid vehicle. I never touched my phone. I didn’t fumble-finger my way through the keypad trying to send a text message while driving — not that I’d ever do it anyway, you know?
Believe me, I try like the dickens to be a 21st-century American. I’m getting there little by little.
Are you impressed?
Me, too.