“What’s a Sim card?” I asked the lovely Telstra girl who had come into the bank to do banking. While I checked her deposit and punched the keyboard she was attempting to walk me through getting a secondhand iPhone I’d purchased off a mate to work.
The branch went quiet.
“Are you joking?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said.
I’d done it again. I’d flaunted my tech-dumbs in front of the masses. Suddenly everyone was chuckling amidst cries of, “How do you manage to run a blog?”
I’m claiming it’s a generational thing. I mean although there isn’t a whole lot of call for it these days I know lots about how to program a VCR or how to fix a cassette tape which a boombox has chewed.
Finally, the nice Telsta girl and I worked out a solution which didn’t even require me to spend money. It turns out, as I really only want to use the phone to check my Facebook, the plan I’m on comes with one of these Sim things (which, incidentally, have nothing whatsoever to do with Sim City – that’s got to be some sort of copyright infringement) and all I have to do is put it into my phone.
“Do you know where it goes?” she asked doubtfully.
I’m not that stupid.
“Yeah,” I said. “There’s a slot in the bottom of the phone. I shove it in there, right?”
The branch went quiet again.
“Are you joking?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said.
She shook her head in disbelief as the staff again pointed and laughed.
“Ummm,” she said, “that would be where you plug in the power lead.”
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Wow, lol! So did your kids help you with the rest of the setup? 😉
Tracey. She’s smarts 🙂