My Smart Phone

I'm a smart person.  Really, I am.  I got good grades in school, I make good money for a job well done.  Then how come my smart phone makes me feel dumb?

I was the last person in my household to get a smart phone.  For the longest time I insisted that I didn't need one.  Then, my friend at work who is much less tech savvy than me (sorry Linda!) got a smart phone before me and that was it!  I had given up multiple free upgrades for the rest of my family to get their IPhones and Droids, or whatever they're called, but it was my turn to be cool. 

So I did my homework.  Which phone had the biggest screen and the cutest cover?  The Samsung S5 won.  I got a darling pink book cover.  I was asked a million questions by a pimply faced boy less than half my age, and two hours later I walked out of Best Buy with my beautiful smart phone!  I got my first call and couldn't figure out how to answer the dang phone!  Instead, I sent a pre-scripted message that I was in a meeting.  What?!  It took me three months to master answering the phone!  Actually, I'm not 100% at that yet either. 

I have mastered email, Facebook, messaging, the weather and loading apps.  But I still have problems answering the phone.  The other day I was driving with my youngest son, a diehard IPhone user, and I asked him to answer my phone when it rang.  He just slid his finger across the screen like he'd been doing it for 20 years and he was talking to the person on the other end.  I hate him!