The Demise of the F-Bomb

Yesterday was a day of many pilgrimages for me. If it’s ever taken you eight trips to get your reusable grocery bags from your house into an actual place that takes your money, you know what kind of day of pilgrimages I’m talking about.

It all started innocently enough. Mister Soandso texted me, “Get OJ.” I texted back, “Sure. Anything besides oj?” but because my phone is “smarter” than me, it wanted to send “Sure. Anything besides ok?” like eighteen freaking times. Thankfully, I noticed. But still. A smart phone is supposed to make communication smarter, not harder. Continue reading