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Dragnet, a most perspicacious gentleman who lives a bit southwest, sent this one on
joining Facebook...

Should I Really Join Facebook? (Priceless)

Read it all the way through! It's a good laugh AND really quite true! Especially for people
in the over 70 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 grand kids and 2 great grand kids 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 Bluetooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and
was standing in line at Barnes and 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
bit 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 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."

P.S. I know some of you are not over 70. I sent it to you to allow you to forward it to those
who are. I figured your sense of humor could handle it...

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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