Oh the Humanity!

As humans we have an interesting existence with machines.  Technology is apart of our everyday lives and there is no going back now unless you plan to sell all of your belongings and move to a commune... which after many times of getting yelled at by customers at work, yeah I'm ready for that!


While running some errands today, my husband and I had come across the typical pissed off-edness that happens when you walk in to any DMV or Secretary of State's office.  Those people in there are mean working that counter.  They take money and your picture but they are incredibly pissed off about having to do either.  So we decided to renew our license plate tags through the little kiosk that is right there and were relieved that we didn't have to talk to a human being or sub-human being in this case.  Usually I get really upset about having to do things by machine and wonder why I can't talk to a live person but in situations such as this I am very thankful for the automated teller.

We walked in to the building, searched diligently for the fabled kiosk that people had been raving about and walked right up to it to input our money.  After being in the Y2K generational gap and growing up with computers and FaceBook, I am pretty computer savvy when it comes to most things and consider myself "with it".  Granted I am not as fluent as my younger, taller, more gorgeous cousin from California, but she has real talent.  That woman can FaceBook, Tweet and text like no other I have ever seen in my life.  She gets the "with it" award.

I click here, there and everywhere to get this thing to work and it won't.  So my husband takes over the helm and starts clicking here, there and everywhere.... and then it happens.  We both revert to primate level, smashing our hands on the touch screen and on the keyboard.  Double, triple, quadruple clicks on the mouse.  Wild hand gestures, gasps, yelps, yells, screams, more keyboard smashing.  We were to the poo flinging level when I had the genius idea to click the bright red X and start over again.  When it tried to slow us down again, I wildly and fervently smashed the mouse to make it work faster.  It finally spit out my license plate tags and we split from the depressing and angry office.

Why is it when something electronic, computerized or automated doesn't work the first time we start smashing, yelling, flinging poo, screeching and gesturing to it?  "Hey, that TV's not working, wanna hit it again for me?  No, hit it HARDER!!  Keep smashing the key pad, that's right.  You got it!" "AAAHHH!! oooOOOOOHHHH AAAAHHHH EEEPPPP EEEEEPP!" The next time your computer stops working keep hitting the mouse or keypad harder until it works better.

-Suzs