Evidently, I have earned a set of the world’s fattest fingers.
My dear, sweet husband surprised me last night by turning off my existing mobile flip phone, and replacing it with a fancy, new touch phone. I was so excited and I felt very loved. But all of the warm fuzzies were immediately followed by feelings of confusion, ignorance and utter bewilderment.
I not only have no freaking clue how to use my little Blackberry Storm, I find that when I attempt to use it, I end up pushing buttons accidentally and deleting email messages without intention.
I even took my little phone back to the Verizon store (twice) to get a little rundown. Those kids just buzz through the phone and punch the little buttons like it’s their television remote control. When I leave the store, I feel semi-confident again; but I quickly find myself fumbling around on the high falutin’ touch-screen key pad like a monkey on the self check-in terminal at the airport.
They tell me it will “take some getting use to.” Gee I sure hope so. (This could get very embarassing, very quickly).