MrsDoyle

Hey, leave us boomers out of it! I love being able to pay with my phone. No more carting around a handbag, stick my phone in my pocket and I’m good to go. I can buy stuff, read a book, chat with friends, listen to music and podcasts… brilliant.

There’s no headphone jack… but I just Bluetooth audio to my hearing aids, so it’s not a problem.

My phone has two SIM slots (Oppo Find X3).

I went psst psssst pssst to a cute cat in a garden I was passing, not noticing a woman walking towards me. She thought I was hissing at her, gave me such a LOOK. She was wearing hijab, I’m an old lady, who knows what was going through her head.

No dopamine for me that day.

Licence plate: “Boy & dog”.

"The officer chose to write him a warning and ask him to take the animal back home and leave the city.”

So much to enjoy in this story.

Never mind computers (my first one, in I think 1985, had two floppy drives and an amber screen, very fancy), it’s phones that blow my mind. I grew up with a heavy black bakelite dial phone that lived on a special bench in the hall, and now I do video calls with my family on the other side of the world from wherever I happen to be. Toll calls used to be a huge deal, you had to call the operator, we didn’t even have direct dialling. I watch TV on my phone, not even Star Trek had that!

I don’t generally judge people based on their appearance, but this man’s face gives me the heebie-jeebies. There’s something alienating about the lack of affect he seems to have, plus his features seem to be an approximation of a human face - the mouth is too small, the ears too big, the forehead too shiny…