Three trips in a day To the iPhone store... Because my life is stuck in pre-cellular serfdom... Rendering much of technology As useless to me as Einstein's notes On his way to E=MC2. Techies assume everyone is like a 10-year-old, Whose connection to the world is cell-phonic, While mine, three generations removed, Is decidedly subsonic. Of course, the kid wouldn't know An alternator from a tie-rod, But he can work a phone, Like Houdini could work a lock. And I'm sure he could lead me Through the cellular maze, But all I want is a working phone Without having to know how it got there.