Revenge of the Luddites
Called my supervisor today to talk about a project I'm doing for him. Here's how the conversation started.
Me: "Hi, Bruce. It's Steve calling."
Him: "Oh hi, Steve. I was just about to send you a telegram."
Me:
Him: "Oh, I mean an e-mail."
Me: "What a funny thing to say."
Him: "Well, that's how I think of them, you know - as telegrams."
Now, Bruce isn't exactly 'with it', but I didn't think he was that much of a technophobe. Then again, his home computer does not have a hard drive.
It all reminds me of Mr. Burns: "Yes, I'd like to send this letter to the Prussian consulate in Siam by aeromail. Am I too late for the 4:30 autogyro?"
Me: "Hi, Bruce. It's Steve calling."
Him: "Oh hi, Steve. I was just about to send you a telegram."
Me:
Him: "Oh, I mean an e-mail."
Me: "What a funny thing to say."
Him: "Well, that's how I think of them, you know - as telegrams."
Now, Bruce isn't exactly 'with it', but I didn't think he was that much of a technophobe. Then again, his home computer does not have a hard drive.
It all reminds me of Mr. Burns: "Yes, I'd like to send this letter to the Prussian consulate in Siam by aeromail. Am I too late for the 4:30 autogyro?"