The mysterious wizardry of gadgetry (standard:Inspirational stories, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 09 2010	Views/Reads: 3105/2004	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
When it comes to gadgets just call me Mr. How-in-the-World-Does-This-Work. I fully understand that our world runs on gadgets. According to some, we owe a great deal to the gadgets of this world whatever they may be. I just hope my credit is good.

When it comes to gadgets just call me Mr.
How-in-the-World-Does-This-Work. I fully understand that our world runs 
on gadgets. According to some, we owe a great deal to the gadgets of 
this world whatever they may be. I just hope my credit is good. 

That being so, let me just say how much I dislike and distrust and am
filled with disgust at gadgets of all kinds. Primarily, because I have 
no idea of how they work. Of course, I have no idea of how I work... or 
even if I do work. 

Occasionally the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will come upon Yours
Truly and ask a simple question. "What are you doing right now?" 

It's really not the question so much as how she asks the question that
bothers me. Whenever I tell her I am working, she sarcastically tosses 
her hair to one side and simply says, "Ha," and walks away. 
Unfortunately, I have no hair to toss to one side. I think she does it 
just to exacerbate me. 

But getting back to the mysterious world of gadgetry, it is very hard to
go without running into some kind of a gadget. The overwhelming 
assumption is that everybody knows what a particular gadget is, how it 
works and what it is supposed to do. I think that is too much to 
assume. 

Whatever happened to the good old days when you did not need a gadget to
do anything? Oh, how I long for that utopia of yesteryear. Reading my 
Bible thoroughly I have found nothing resembling a gadget of any 
description to be found in heaven. Amen. 

Drive down a busy street in any town and you will find the driver in the
car opposite to you fiddling was some gadget in his hand called a cell 
phone. Drivers are always texting or talking or whatever else you can 
do on a cell phone. I have all I can do to navigate my car away from 
those people focused on some kind of a gadget. Where will it ever stop? 


Not only in cars, but walking in the shopping mall has become quite a
hazardous venture. Nobody is paying attention to where they are going 
because everybody is on a cell phone. I have run into several people, 
none of which stopped to say, "I'm sorry," but kept right on walking 
and talking as though nothing ever happened. They are absolute slaves 
to that cell phone. 

Just the other day I was driving during rush hour downtown and happened
to look at the car next to me. Driving the car was a woman with a 
cigarette in one hand and a cell phone in the other hand talking to 
beat the band. And boy, would I like to beat that band. It is a good 
thing she had only two hands, goodness knows what else she would be 
doing. I had a momentary panic attack, not knowing what was going to 
happen or if she would swerve into my lane without knowing what she was 
doing. 

But cell phones are just one of the many gadgets that have infiltrated
into the sphere of human activity. 

In an office supply store recently I happened to notice one of those new
iPads. I must confess that curiosity got the best of me. I had heard a 
lot about this gadget and I wanted to see how it worked. Supposedly, 
and I do not believe everything I'm told, this iPad had thousands of 
books loaded onto it. I held it in my hand and I could hardly believe 
that it contained so much material. But, who am I to question the 
latest sales gimmick. 

Looking at it I tried to find the on and off switch. There has to be
some way to turn this blasted thing on. Finally, a salesperson come up 
and said quite cheerfully, "Can I help you?" 

"I can't seem to find the on switch," I said. 

"There isn't any," he said with a rather smirk on his map. 

I looked at him quizzically and he just smiled. 

"All you do," he said like some stuck up Ivy League college professor,


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