It was another morning with snow flying and creating a pretty scene outside the window while I drank coffee. The ground became coated, but it wasn’t anything that seemed to need shoveling and most of us on the street didn’t. The snow stopped, the sun came out, and the streets were eventually just wet.
An errand required a trip out of the house. The persnickety key
fob, which was looked at and tested by the dude in the Jeep service department on
Friday, is worse than before. The guy was going to pull the new battery he had tried
in it so I didn’t have to pay the $10 sales price, but I think he neglected to
put the old, semi-functional one back in because things are all kinds of nutty
now.
Before the tech touched it, having the fob near the door handle would unlock the door, avoiding the need to fumble with fob buttons or juggle packages and bags. Now, I have to extract the metal key from the fob and insert it into the lock to open the door. To start the car, I have to touch the fob to the start button, then depress the brake and push the start button.
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| Excuse me, the key fob is right here. |
This nonsense with unlocking and starting the car, constant
dashboard messaging, the navigation system that frequently glitches out when I
need it most, and the expense of fixing the many things expertly engineered to break on a profit-enhancing corporate schedule makes
me really hate technology, in cars and elsewhere. I miss the pre-computerized
cars that didn’t need a $300 key fob. I don’t need my appliances to communicate with each other or tell me I need milk.
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