…Or Are They?

September 28, 2012 1:12 pm0 commentsViews: 15
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Whoever coined the phrase “Golden Years” must have been young and not well versed in growing old. The only gold we can see is in our outdated fillings, and most of them have given way to bridges, plates and implants.

We awake each morning to a lot of aches and pains, take a handful of pills (if we remember, that is) and try not to look in the mirror. Many of the foods we enjoyed now make us sick. We grow strange rolls and bulges because our metabolism is shot. It isn’t uncommon to hear phrases like “turkey neck” or “face like a road map”—if we can still hear, that is.

Much of this was expected, but the new technology like cell phones, computers and iPads has really taken its toll. Now it takes 12 steps to turn your television to the right channel, and heaven help you if you push the wrong buttons on the remote! I did this recently and it took four phone calls to straighten it out.

Then my computer decided not to let me in and that was a real fiasco. When the first customer support person I called couldn’t help, he decided that I needed to go to the store and buy a new wire to connect to the modem. When I finally figured out what the modem was, I dutifully went and bought the new cord. After a three hour struggle I got it hooked up and—nothing.

The second person I called told me to take the computer to an Apple store because the problem was in the computer itself. After finally finding a store in Cherry Hill, off I went, having first drawn a detailed map of the wiring so I could reconnect everything on my return.

The people at the Apple store said the problem was not my computer but the modem. Back home I went. After another couple of hours I had reconnected all the wires. (In the meantime we couldn’t use the phone or TV, which didn’t make Hubby too happy.)

Finally, on my third—rather testy—phone call, I managed to get a real person to come and fix the problem, ten days after the problem began.

In trying to learn all this technology I began feeling very stupid. I just couldn’t seem to get it, and neither could most of my senior friends. Then I happened on a book which we read for our Book Club and learned that it’s okay, it’s just another one of those wonderful “Golden Years” things, our brains have begun to max out and the trouble we are experiencing is just another old age quirk. I think the term “Twilight Zone” is more fitting than “Golden Years!”

I would also like to add scams to the mix. A week ago I received a cashier’s check which I was to cash, wire to two different people, buy a $50 item at Walmart and keep the item, plus get $250 for my trouble! Sounded pretty good—too good.

Thanks to a good friend I’ll call Sherlock and a sharp daughter-in-law who happens to be a lawyer, I was able to stop everything before it became a loss to my bank account. I thought I was being a Secret Shopper but instead I was being scammed. They were smart enough not to ask for my Social Security number or bank numbers, but they did want to know my age, which I stupidly told them…and I truly believe had I not been in my “Golden Years” they would not have chosen me for the scam.