Anyone the least bit familiar with me probably knows that technology and I don’t get along terribly well. Lately I’m even having trouble with chip reading credit card machines.
At my doctor’s office the receptionist finally had to put my Visa through for me. Then at the grocery store weeks later I suffered the same indignity trying to charge a purchase to my credit union chipped debit card.
“You cancelled the transaction,” the frustrated clerk kept saying.
“No. I followed the instructions and then the machine just blanked out.”
“Here. Let me see.”
At least the keypad accepted my numeric password. I was starting to wonder.
It’s insane. I can’t help recalling how digital watches never lasted long on my wrist either. They always kept slow time or stopped altogether.
A longstanding joke in my home is that if something happens to my tech savvy partner all is lost. Every gadget in the house will gradually seize up and moss will grow over everything. The cats and I will go feral.
What do you think? Could I perhaps have a wonky electric field emanating from my body?