I put luddites who must remind everyone else how wonderful they are

KeyRing is an alternative that does the same thing, also free.

OP smells a little fishy, like a newspaper that was really intended to wrap up a nice piece of cod.

This little complaint here isn’t really targeted at the technologically challenged.

This is more of a complaint about an internal customer of the OP. Sounds like the OP is sales support and is tired of doing the sales reps menial tasks when asked, because he believe his time is more valuable than his customers.

That one looks like it has some really handy extra features. Thanks.

Super! I’ll look into these! Thanks!

(Still embarrassed at the day I tried to get into the Zoo using my Library card.)

I have never operated a Segway. Something for which I am neither proud nor ashamed.

I just saw the newer version of the Segway, without the steering and support pole. Just the wheeled platform. Remarkably eerie-looking.

(I can’t do skateboards, either.)

Meh, I’m with the OP, use technology, or don’t, I don’t know you from Adam and if I did I still wouldn’t care. And yet, no one needs smug condescension because they adapt to the environment they live in or wants to hear the trials and tribulations of those that choose not too. It’s narcissistic to think anyone else even cares about your choices.

This should really be a MegaPitting for Smug Condescension for those that live a Modern Life. Let’s throw Tiny Home owners and ‘Eat Local’ people to the witch burning pyre as well.

The obliviousness bothers me. If you are in line and you haven’t decided on what you want by the time you’re at the counter you are wasting the time of everyone behind you. Every second of your indecisive idiocy wastes ten, twenty, perhaps thirty seconds of humanities time.

This is life. You’re in the world now. We’re playing for points. Get it together.

How much is that in pubic hairs?

Take another swing at the ball. You are so far off you just hit it on the wrong fairway. This isn’t the first time, either, Hoss.

1 minute for the check writer.
1 minute for the cashier.
1 each for the other 8 people waiting in line.
10 minutes total.:smiley:

Personally, it is a valid, if archaic, payment method, so it warrants only a :rolleyes:, imho. Chatting with and distracting the cashier when they’ve finished their transaction is what drives me to imagine various forms of homicide.

You have to catch your goose first, that’s the lengthy bit.

Lovely post/poster-name synchrony!

Also, it takes time to grind up the oak galls and mix in the iron-rust, to make the ink.

Before I got married, I didn’t have a TV. I never thought I was better than anyone because I didn’t have one. I didn’t have one because I didn’t really want one. Now that there are 4 TVs in our home, I still don’t watch them. Does that make me a Luddite or just a wannabe Luddite?

I’ve honestly never run into anyone who thought they were superior because they didn’t use tech toys. Mostly, they just didn’t want them for their own reasons.

I’m a big reader, I always have my e-reader in my purse and a back-up dead tree book in my trunk. Many people who only read dead tree books think that e-readers are rather silly gadgets until they get their hands on one and are shown the pluses. None of them have ever acted as though they thought they were superior to me because I read on a screen instead of a book.

The only people I’ve ever ran across that have the “I’m superior to you” attitude are new vegans. Note that I said NEW vegans. That’s because folks who are entering a radically different and difficult life style tend to judge others harshly for not having the will power to do the same. The ones who have been living it for a while tend to realize that their choices are hard and not for everyone. I have lunch with a vegan a couple of times a month. Her choices in eating establishments are very limited, but I go with her because she is a friend and I want to spend time with her. She doesn’t judge me because I only change my eating choices a couple of times a month and I don’t judge her because she can’t go to places I like better.

Oh well. This is the Pit, a place for rants. Just because I don’t hang with the same sort of people as the OP doesn’t mean that his rant is invalid.

They’re fun! Treat yourself.

Had a friend that “never watched television” because he was a film buff and thought that telling a story over the period of x episodes or x seasons is unrealistic and would lead to repetition. He felt 2 hours was perfect. I always respected that.

He wasn’t a Luddite in any way, the thread just made me think of him.

What gives me calm and peace of mind is realizing that the person writing the check so slowly won’t be doing it for much longer, as it’s always an elderly lady. I remind myself that this is a self-correcting problem, and then mourn all of the women in my life who probably once pissed off people this way, and who are now dead.

I just ordered checks from Costco. Given my age, 52, and the small number of checks I write in an average month, I think that this might be my last check order. It’s a new thing for me to connect checks with a reminder of my own mortality.

I’m 53 and can’t remember the last time I wrote a cheque or even if I have a cheque book anymore. And yes, I do remember most things quite well, smart asses (at least I think I do…How would I know different?!)

I do not own a smart phone, and although I have technology of every kind crawling all over my house, and consistently maintain a very up to date approach to technology, I’m not budging on this point.

  1. I want a phone with buttons, because my job is messy and my hands get covered in wetness or food or fricking garbage every few seconds and when a call comes in from my delivery driver I need to answer it because it could be an emergency or at least something that requires my immediate attention that can’t get resolved until I answer it, and customers are waiting. I can’t be touching touchpads with that crap on my hands. Yes, I will wash my hands after touching my phone, but I don’t have time to sing two rounds of happy birthday before answering my cell phone, so I don’t get to have one that looks sleek and stylish and is nearly a foot long and doesn’t fit in my pocket and I’m afraid to damage and I can’t touch with dirty hands.

  2. I’d like to be able to whip out my phone and begin dialing. I don’t need to unlock it first, I don’t need to swipe through several screens to find the damned call “feature”. It’s a phone, it’s primary function is calling people. I don’t want that function to be buried underneath a pile of crap.

  3. I like the feel of actual buttons. Sue me! THEY FUCKING WORK!!! Touch screens start fucking up after the kind of heavy use and abuse I put them through, jesus fucking christ.

  4. YES I CAN STILL TEXT AND BETTER YET, I HAVE ACTUAL BUTTONS SO WHEN I TEXT I CAN TAP THE CORRECT ACTUAL BUTTON AND IT WORKS, and I’m not constantly correcting typos that happen because the buttons on the touch screen are smaller than my fingers. And no, I’m not also carrying a stylus around just so I can operate my phone.

  5. I actually do things at my job, constantly! I do not have time to browse the web! What a fucking luxuriously low-stress job you must have, I’m running a busy kitchen and I have customers and employees who are sometimes so in need of my direct involvement that they have to wait five minutes just to talk to me because there’s a goddamned LINE around me. I am not exaggerating. I’ve had people wait 20 minutes just so I can cash them out, and they work for me. I have absolutely zero use for a web browser at work, or in my car! I have several laptops, one of which is cheap as hell and works just fine and I take in everywhere, and there’s wifi everywhere! And I get to use the non-miniature version of a web browser and I have an actual keyboard! And sometimes I don’t want to be able to be contacted at all, and want to disconnect from the web for a few minutes where only people with my personal cell number can contact me in an emergency!

My phone calls and makes texts and takes pictures if I want, but all I do is call and text, and it does those things a lot faster and far more simply than your phone does.

My phone is a tracfone, if I don’t use it, I have no phone bill!

My phone is a simple tool that costs me next to nothing and it runs circles around your massive pad with the touch screen and contract and/or huge monthly bill and is frustrating to operate.

My technology is functional and easier to use and faster to use. Your “Smart” phone might meet your needs but it is utterly pointless and worthless to me, and is a burden and a headache. You can’t even give me one as a gift and pay my monthly plan for me. I would still pawn that SOB.

I would rather have my older style phone that works, for me, and I am not a luddite for not embracing the “Smart” phone.

The condescension involved in feeling superior to others because they don’t want to use a fucking smart phone is beyond me. What sort of pride are you feeling? Did you invent the smart phone? No, you just bought one, jackass. Watch me make calls and text way, way faster than you. Watch my phone last for years. Watch mine cost me single digit dollars per month. I have 6000 minutes on my phone because I bought a bunch during a promotion for tiny dollar amounts.

Luddite. I’m not better than you because my phone works for me way way way more than your phone could ever work for me, but you sure as hell aren’t better than me because you use a fucking smartphone.

The makers of the smart phone are smart, in my mind, you’re a slave to trends. But it never crossed my mind until you got a big head about owning a smart phone. What a weird thing to feel a sense of accomplishment about.

What is annoying is bragging about it, or doing it out of pure stubborn mindedness. If you actually don’t need something, and don’t act like you’re superior than those who do, I don’t think anyone cares.

Guilty as described. I suppose we are rather annoying. FWIW which probably isn’t much, I don’t do it to remind folks how wonderful I am, so much as expressing a sort of dissent in the face of what feels like a wall of expressed opinion that this is how we all do things. “Not me” instead of “me too”.