Cell hell, part 2

I met a woman for tea this morning to discuss a volunteer opportunity. I said let’s meet inside the door to the cafe. I sat facing that door for a half hour when I got a call from her. She was sitting three tables away and had been for probably a half hour.
Now. If I were the kind of person who looked at my e-mail on my phone, I would have gotten an e-mail saying where she was. I didn’t realise there was a side door into the cafe and that’s where she had been sitting. That said, she had my cellphone number and could have called me at any time during the half hour. But she sent me an e-mail because EVERYONE keeps up with their e-mail on the phone, right?
Heaven help me. My yahoo e-mail is on my phone but not my work e-mail. It’s on a platform called 1&1 and David (my IT support team) couldn’t figure out how to get it on the phone. But it’s just the EXPECTATION that the phone is used for data--not phone calls--that gets me.
I’ve asked for directions in London and Edinburgh to Air BnBs. Each time, the person I asked whipped out their phone, loaded Google maps, typed in the address. I could have done that I guess (although I often seem to have trouble connecting to the internet). I just miss the days when a person can answer a question without their cellphone.
I remember my Aunt Rosemary talking about how she had gotten too old for this world. But she was in her 90s and I’m in my 50s and I already feel that way. I feel pressure to keep up with technology because if I don’t, I will find it increasingly hard to function.
The trick is to be curious, willing, open to new opportunities (hailing a cab by cellphone would be cool, I imagine). As opposed to resistant to change and being dragged kicking and screaming into the current decade. Attitude is everything.
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