My husband, Alan, and I are sitting in a public place with lots of people all around. Alan gets up and leaves me sitting by myself with his smart phone on the table. Suddenly his phone starts making the loud sound of screaming sirens like you would hear in the event of a nuclear attack. I quickly pick up the phone to disarm the threat and the thing is “locked”.
Now, on my phone I have the simple lock, a monkey could do it. Slide the puzzle piece over to the other puzzle piece spot.
I had watched him complete his pattern a few times so I tried to make the pattern which would open up the device so I might silence the deafening time bomb. Once, twice, fail….people are looking, staring…three times…people are cringing….four times, five times, epic fail…phone’s locked now for 30 seconds because I entered the wrong pattern 5 times!
Shiz. Little kids are hiding under tables like they were taught to do in school in case of a bomb threat and parents are laughing nervously. I’m sweating.
I thought these phones were smart? Can’t it tell all I want to do is shut the stupid thing off!
Finally quiet… the nuclear attack was just a test. It’s okay dear citizens, this was just a test of the Alan Franks Emergency Broadcast System.
I think Alan enjoys exercising his right to be obnoxious.
Did he leave the phone sitting on the table on purpose knowing it was going to explode and I would be left to defuse it? Why did he have a smirky grin on his face as he strolled back to the table? Why does he have to pick the most annoying ring tones known to man and have the volume cranked to 11?
The answers to these questions are easy if you know my husband. What do you think?