Nobody needs a phone that smart
A column by Pop, as told to his grandson.
By Pop, as told to his grandson
· Issue 3 · 1 min read
Your grandmother got me one of these new phones for my birthday, and I want to say first that I'm grateful.
But it knows where I am. I never told it. I asked it the weather and it told me the weather for here, and I thought, how does it know I'm here? Then it asked me if I wanted to update. I said no. It asked me again the next day.
Back in my day a telephone was on the wall in the kitchen and if you wanted to go somewhere it couldn't find you, you went outside.
I'll keep it, because she bought it. But I've put it in the drawer with the batteries.
