I love tech. 🤓 I’m not ashamed to admit it.
But I never considered myself tethered to my phone. 📱 Until the day my new dishwasher was coming and I had no cell service. None. Nada.
That meant I couldn’t call anyone. I couldn’t text anyone. But even worse no one could call me. 😲
My beautiful new dishwasher was making its long-awaited journey to my kitchen and the installer had no way of reaching me if he was lost, or running late, or had to (say it ain’t so!) cancel.
I was sweating bullets, I tell ya. 😰
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so helpless. So impotent. So powerless.
It was unbearable.
Thankfully, past-Nancy lived in fear of a repeat of the cellular crash of 9/11 and still had a landline. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to call AT&T to get my cell service up and running. (I couldn’t log into the website for a chat because they had to text me a confirmation code to make sure it was me. Hey, AT&T! No texting! Duh! 😡)
Tech is at the heart of my short story The Disappearing Deliveries. Jenn receives a message that her smart speaker was delivered. But when she runs downstairs to pick it up, the package is gone. They realize that several packages have gone missing, but they hadn’t been paying attention. Their investigation focuses on their neighbors, and they uncover more secrets than they bargained for. 🔎