“Joe Decarlo”, he says for the fifth time. You see, the first four times he carefully and slowly spoke into his cell phone, summoning Joe Decarlo’s telephone number to be automatically dialed, well, he had no success. He pauses in between each careful declaration of this man’s name, perhaps gathering the courage to go on with this journey. After the 7th time, I leave and go to my car. I am slightly annoyed, but also interested. I get a notepad and pencil to write about this observation. Some behaviors are so curious. The amount of time it was taking to use this time saving technology seemed to be much longer than just looking the number up in his contact list. When I return, the man is silent and his phone is nowhere to be seen.

“Did you get a hold of Joe Decarlo?” I inquire, with a smile.

“Yes”, he says. “It was jut giving me a hard time.”

I think, sarcastically, well, good thing you have that fabulous technology. It saved so much time.