The other night we bit the bullet and bought a smartphone, the Samsung Galaxy S3. Our son-in-law programmed a lot of things on it, connected it to our wireless, and thought we were set to go.
Last night my husband came home and announced, “I hate this thing! I want my old phone back.”
You should see his old (flip) phone. It’s a dinosaur. A real antique.
So I was patient, and tried to calm him down. My brother, on Skype, walked him through a few steps. Breathing easier now.
This morning he came home unexpectedly around 11.
“Where did the world go?”
Huh? Where did the world go? Has he lost his marbles?
“You know, that little thingy, the picture of the world.”
“Oh, you mean the icon (explaining icon now) for email.”
Back to Best Buy he went this morning to “move the world” back to the homepage. I’m sure they had fun with him there. Just now I got a call from him saying he called another number but got me.
I’m sure these bugs will work their way out, but when you put an unwilling guy who isn’t at all tecchie together with a new smartphone, well, it’s kind of like oil and water.