The Randall’s did not have a spectacular day yesterday when it came to interacting with their machines. It all began when Missy’s car started whistling at her; not in the good sort of way. Come to find out, she needed new brakes.
Shortly after pricking her car up from the garage, the car would not start. She would turn the key and get the taunting clicking noise. Come to find out, she needed a new battery. Off to Walmart I went.
Later that night, Missy needed to print a work report on the printer. The printer decided it did not like her report and refused to print it. So, after a few updates and restarts, we finally got the thing to spit out her report. Crisis resolved.
Finally, at about 4:00 AM, we noticed the furnace was not shutting off. So, Missy staggered her way through the dark towards the thermostat. Laying in bed waiting for her to alleviate the problem, I kept hearing this thudding sound coming from the hallway. Investigating, I found my dear wife staring at the thermostat thumping it again and again with her finger. Our touchscreen thermostat would not register her touch. We turned the thing off and through another blanket on the bed.
As my darling wife drifted off to sleep in the wee hours of the mourning, I heard her whisper, “Why does technology hate me?”
They don’t hate you Missy, this is all just part of their plan to take over the world one person at a time!