New timesavers appear every day.
We ignore most, but some require play.
We jump in and use them anyway.
Only to find out they take our time away.

Telephone AI answerers are the worst.
They misunderstand a simple request.
They waste our time with trivial info.
Their menus run us around without rest.

When we finally get a real person on line,
we find that they politely cannot find,
any answer to our simple request,
forward our request to their very best.

Unfortunately, sent to the wrong pew,
waiting on line might take a day or two.
You wait and wait and wait some more,
listening to muzak without keeping score.

But the expert hired last week doesn't know,
so, they refer your question up the line,
which basically means waiting more.
you're lucky if solved in due time.

You look up from the phone, you missed,
what you planned to do that day.
So, retirement is not a place to relax,
unless you refuse technology to play.

I missed writing and posting this poem this week
because I spent the last three weeks with at least
ten expert agents, including about five hours on the
phone on Thursday. Trying to solve a glitch with my
bank credit card. Still isn't solved. Have had to
order another credit card from another bank.
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12/30/21

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