Netflix, my phone and the new fizzy water device are all conspiring against me
A few weeks ago: I’m in Connecticut, driving my father, who is 100, to his doctor. It’s in an area I haven’t been in for years, and although I’ve entered the destination into my phone, I can’t make the map come up on the hire car’s screen. During a sharp left the phone slides from its perch, and is now issuing muffled instructions from under my seat.
“I was fine until I got the flu last month, when your brother was away,” my dad says.
