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The Height of Laziness

Technology is definitely a good thing. It allows us to communicate instantly with people across town, across the country, or across the house.

Did I just say “across the house.”

Yes, I sure did.

Technology can be a bad thing too, as evidenced by Mr. AuburnChick’s recent behavior.

Do you remember that I bought him a new cell phone for his birthday? I upgraded my plan to include unlimited data usage. Mr. AuburnChick is having fun. He’s what I consider a techno-wannabe. You know the kind…the person who longs for the gadgetry that is flashy. And when the person obtains it, they can’t figure out how to use it. And they refuse to read the manual or google for help.

Despite Mr. AuburnChick’s fumblings with the phone, there is one feature that he’s quickly mastered.

Texting.

We’ve created a monster, I fear. You see, Mr. AuburnChick was lazy before receiving this magical piece of plastic/metal combination. After working a full day, he typically retires to another room, coming out only to eat a few morsels, if I’ve been so inclined to cook. If he needs to speak to someone, he hollers for them.

“Soccer Chick, bring me a glass of water. Littlest Chick, bring me your laptop.”

That sort of thing.

Enter in the new gadget.

No longer does he holler.

He texts.

“Soccer Chick, come here please. AuburnChick, what is the name of Soccer Chick’s friend’s dad?”

Are you kidding me? I’m in the living room watching TV. Why not come out and ask me face-to-face.

The man sends texts to the members of his own family, while we’re still in the house…ten steps away.

Weird, I tell you. No, actually I think the better word is lazy. Laziness to the extreme…laziness the 2008 way.

Yes, computers have really changed the way we conduct our lives. Mr. AuburnChick is proof of that. Hey, at least I’m getting my money’s worth, though. He’ll probably set the world record for middle-aged men sending text messages from within their own homes.

I’m so proud.