After my experience at Adelaide airport where perfectly lovely Qantas people 'helped' me use the touch screens I was able to make my way back from Melbourne under my own steam. I used the touch screen to get my boarding pass, check my seating and also get my luggage tag. Admittedly I had a little trouble getting the silly thing to stick together and also the automatic baggage reader could not read the luggage tag at first, however, I still managed to do my own thing with relative ease.
I am an older person, pre-senile in fact but I do possess a working brain. I can manage to navigate between cities and time zones. I am not as technologically incapable as the Child of my Loins seems to think. I do get cross because people seem to assume that because I have silver hair and wrinkles that I have suddenly degenerated into an old person who needs 'helping' or 'looking after'. Stop fussing about me I am fine. When I need your help I will ask for it. Of course if you see me trying to cross the road to the bus in my snoopy pyjamas then perhaps you should step in. When that happens you have my full permission to take charge, get the old lady home and start to fuss. Until then, 'back off.'
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