This week I was in Yorkshire again for another work conference. The conference was great, but the salient facts are these:
1) In Yorkshire, you make your own air conditioning. Also, you will not be given more than one power outlet, and it certainly won’t be located anywhere near your bed. Need to charge your phone overnight but need it by your bed because it’s also your alarm? Too bad.
2) On work trips you get room service. Steak and ale pie, garlic cheese bread + Fresh Prince of Bel Air on the “telly.”
I have never had room service before because I always go out when I travel, so I didn’t know what to do. Do you tip? I envisioned a really awkward situation like in Beavis & Butt-Head Do America. A man helps them to their hotel room and then stands there with his hand out, expecting a tip. Butt-Head looks at him and says something like, “Uhhh, can you like, not stand there anymore?” I didn’t want that to be me, so I asked ahead of time and people said don’t tip!
3) I love old people. I had a conversation with a retired gentleman when I was managing the “connect” area of the conference (where we talked about social media, etc.)
He asked about the sign that said “Join thousands of people …” so I asked if he was on Twitter (because that’s what it was about.)
Him: “I don’t have a computer.”
Me: “That’s no problem. Do you have a smartphone?”
Him: “I have a landline.”
Me: “Would you be interested in getting a computer?”
Him: “No. I’m 84.”
Me: “That’s not that old.” (My grandma has a good seven years on this dude so I wasn’t impressed.)
Him: “I have other interests.”
Me: “Like what?”
Him: “I write articles.”
Then he walked away. A few months ago I was having a conversation with my grandma and I told her she should try online dating. She said no, because “there’s nothing out there. Trust me, I’ve looked.” Perhaps grandma’s experience was with people like this man. At least my grandma knows about Twitter, even if she calls it “The Critter.” (She also once asked if Instagram was “that porno site.”)
4) This isn’t related to anything in Yorkshire, but I ordered a Kenny Chesney iPhone cover and I’m really excited about it. I don’t care if everyone in the whole world hates it and thinks it looks like I “stole a teenager’s phone,” as someone said.
In the spirit of keeping up the references to 90s comedy, I REALLY want someone to need a phone so I can be like Romy and say, “If anybody needs to make a call, I’ve got a phone!”
I desperately want reasons to show off my phone.