When I was a young girl, I’d walk to Winchell’s donuts. With a leftover nickel, I could buy frosted cake donut holes sprinkled with coconut (still my favorite). Supposedly life is easier now. I don’t think so. Now I drive to a bakery and for $1.25 to $5.00 I can choose from a selection of 52 pastries.
I’ve always been guilty of forgetting names or calling people by the wrong name. E-mail monikers have only made matters worse. My cousin and his wife came to dinner. They’ve been married for as long as I remember. (I know you’re thinking in my case that means yesterday.) For the last several years, I’ve addressed them only in forwarded emails by pressing Reply. But now they’re at my home and I need to remember their first names. I sneaked into my e-office, opened Outlook, and hoped to recognize their given names from my e-address book. Password recollection has further crowded my already overloaded frontal lobe. I need a memory e-upgrade.
Egads! There’s e-banking, e-commerce, e-learning, e-games, and e-books. I’ve developed an algorithm for my security words. Sometimes I cap the first letter when the e-gods rate my password difficulty too low. Can’t make it too easy for the e-criminal types, you know.
I received an e-mail the other day with an e-vite containing an e-coupon for e-bay. I responded with an e-fax. I placed an e-bid on an e-ham (do you think it’s still against some religions?). They sent me an e-ticket for the e-postage. When I received the e-ham, a doggie bag for the e-waste was included.
When do I get my E-Z pass? I’m so E-motional with all this E-stuff. I’m afraid my brain is going to E-vaporate.
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E-ntertaining article! You’re such a good writer Penny ; )
If you lived in the East you could get an E-Z Pass. It hooks onto your windshield and lets you breeze through the toll booths.
I need the E-Z pass for my life!
but I guess the first half that explains those E-hips.
Just kidding (and, no, the “E” did NOT stand for “E”-normous!)
You mean there’s a correlation between donuts and e-quisite hips? Lucky for me.