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Joining Facebook For The 60-ish Set...

Should I Really Join Facebook? (Priceless)

Read it all the way through! It's a good laugh! AND really quite true!

A good laugh for people in the 60 and over group!

When I bought my Blackberry, I thought about the 30-year business I
ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes
videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed
up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses,
my 13 grandkids and 2 great grandkids could communicate with me in the
modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with
only 140 characters of space.

My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything
except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready
to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.

The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost
every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that
in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone that I am
supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at
Barnes & Noble talking to my wife and everyone in the nearest 50 yards
was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a
little loud.

I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside
that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long
time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-u-lating." You
would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me.
She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the
next light. Then if I made a right turn instead.

Well, it was not a good relationship...

When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross
streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS
lady, at least she loves me.

To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones
in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how
I lose three phones all at once and have to run around digging under all the
chair cushions, checking bathrooms, and the dirty laundry baskets when the
phone rings.

The world is just getting too complex for me.

They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think
they could settle on something themselves but this sudden Paper or Plastic?
every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth
reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them
with me.

Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or plastic?" I just say,
"Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me
with a blank look. I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, "No, but I do
fart a lot."

We senior citizens don't need any more gadgets. The TV remote and the garage
door remote are about all we can handle.
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