I’m remembering a game I went to this past season. During the entire game a fan sitting in front of me had his cell phone in hand, either as an extension of his ear or taking pictures with it. When it was attached to his ear he was talking, loudly at times, and listening the rest of the time. It seemed odd since the game was at AT&T Park and it can get really loud and I kept wondering how he was able to hear anything on the little contraption.
I’m not a huge cell phone fan. I don’t even know my number. My husband bought me one as a nice gesture, but against my objections, and I think I’ve used it maybe five or six times in the past seven years. His idea was I could use it for roadside emergencies or keeping in touch, just in case. You know, the usual stuff.
But I’m looking around the ballpark and cell phones were everywhere. Lots of picture-taking and flashes going off, mostly just fans walking around, or in their seats, didn’t matter, attached to their trusty cell phones. You see the same scenario everywhere, it’s epidemic. The phone companies must be making millions. You see them at the grocery stores, hospitals, theaters, schools, churches, airports, on the bus, at the restaurants. And they’re at my office.
This used to irritate the heck out of me. But this year has been an eye-opening experience and I’ll never look at cell phones the same way again. You see, I’m a tax preparer and I have 100 days to get those pesky taxes worked up, prepared, completed and out the door until next year when it starts all over again. In the past, the number one thing clients would forget when they showed up for their appointment was their W2. It’s the truth. But not anymore. Just last week a client took out his cell phone, called his employer, and the W2 almost instantly appeared via fax.
And it’s been happening a lot lately. Need Grandma’s social security number? No problem. Forgot the interest from the bank, car tags, tuition and/or scholarships received? No problem. Just dial it up on the handy-dandy little thing.
But here’s the really great part. Last week a woman came in with her little two-year old who was acting like two-year old’s are supposed to act; I mean all over the place, up and down like a yo-yo, until…….until mom put her cell phone in the little boys hand. It was like magic! It worked better than Prozac or a tranquilizer or binky or something. The little fellow poked his app (I think that’s what they’re called) and was tuned in for the rest of the interview.
I’m not saying that sedating a kid with a cell phone is necessarily a good thing, but if you’re a tax preparer in the middle of tax season and you’re trying like the devil to get through an interview, it is truly a miraculous thing.