Life is such a sweet insanity.

Sometimes I wonder if all this technology is really good for us. Have we forgotten what the sound of silence really sounds like? You can't go anywhere without hearing the whirr of a fan, the ring of a phone or the blip of some miscellaneous electronic gadget.

Over the weekend, Earl and I went to Albany to see "Kill Bill, Volume 2", as well as do some shopping and such. We had a wonderful time. On the way home, we stopped at one of the Thruway service areas for a pee break. I was standing at the urinal doing my business and minding my business, when I guy strolls in chatting away on his cell phone. He comes up to the urinal next to mine, whips it out and continues to talk on the cell phone, having quite the animated discussion with someone he was obviously, excuse the pun, pissed off at. He had one hand holding the phone. Now you'd think his other hand would be holding his business, but no, it was waving around in animated excitement. I hope he had good aim.

Is it really necessary to carry on a telephone conversation with someone while you're taking a leak?

Today I spent a good two hours setting up one of the computers at work so that the user could synchronize her palm pilot with her desktop computer. Come to find out that she wanted to synchronize notes that were written, in her own handwriting mind you, down on the palm pilot so she could print them out.

A cashier at the local grocery store almost had a full blown hissy fit because my rice milk wouldn't scan. She had to plunk in the numbers off the barcode by hand since there wasn't a price marked on the item. Sigh. Boo. When that didn't work, she asked me if I knew the price. I automatically responded "99 cents", since that's my response whenever I'm asked the price for an item that won't scan. I don't care if it's a tomato, a vase or a Ferrari, if you're too lazy to find out the price, I'm going to tell you 99 cents.

And lastly, Earl and I decided to break out of our healthy eating spree (which lasted two hours) and visit the local Kentucky Fried Chicken. The person in front of me paid for his $15.50 order with a $50.00 bill. The cashier entered $20.00. The poor imbecile couldn't figure out the change on her own. She asked the manager what, and I quote, "15.50 take away 50.00" was. She pondered over the problem a couple of minutes before I impatiently chimed in, "just add $30.00 to what the display says." She responded with a "how did you know that?", her eyes narrowed to suspicious slits that would seemingly be reserved for a masked gun man robbing the place.

"I used to work in retail."

"Oh."

I am a technogeek at heart. I love all the things that technology can do for you. However, in order to truly appreciate the luxury of technology, you have to have the basics down. And while you're learning the basics, do me a favor and flush your cell phone down the toilet next time you're chatting in a public potty.