Air Tag, You're it!

Evidence of my youth: I haven't lost anything in quite some time. The assumption is that when you get old, you get forgetful. You're always misplacing your keys or your purse / wallet. Not me! In fact, I haven't lost anything for... well, a while. Of course, we both work from home so we don't get out much. And not remembering EVERYTHING is not evidence of senility. After all, I have an IDIOTIC memory, not an EIDETIC memory.

Evidence of my old age: OK, so maybe I'm not as young as I used to be.

Me: "Honey, have you seen my reading glasses?," you inquire. 

Hon: "They're perched on your forehead," she answers.  

Me: "I see your lips moving, but can you please speak up!

Hon: "I'M NEXT TO YOU ON THE SOFA!"

Me: "No, I don't want a soda right now. And for the record, we call those 'pops' here in the Mitten.

Evidence of my youth:  I tend to fool youngins (I assume) who take my order at the drive thru speaker by using their own hip lingo when ordering. They must really think I'm "one of them" until I pull up and they see my greying whiskers.

Me: "Yes, I'd like one of them Outa sight Mc Cafee senior coffees. No cream or sugar. Just Al Dente. I don't need all that and a bag of chips."

Speaker: "Uhhh... we don't sell bags of chips."

Window: "That will be 80 cents, hon."

Me: "That's fire!"

Evidence of my old age: **The room is filled with a ring tone of the Jurassik Park theme song at full tilt**

Hon: "You're phone is ringing. Are you going to answer it?"

Me: "That's just me calling my phone from yours so I can find it.... Where did you hear it?"

All that to say that we have a short trip coming up and I thought it might be a good idea to try those Air Tag thingys I had heard about. I could put one in each of our luggage and track those suckers from my phone. "They're on the tarmac now honey... ON THE MOVE!" I might also stick one on my Kindle in case I leave it at the pool or in the workout room (harumph).

So the wife hands me a small box and tells me it contains four Air Tags she ordered from Amazon. 

I opened the box and it didn't contain any directions for pairing them with my phone. A quick google search and voila!

I'm sure you're way ahead of me. Yes, I spent the next half hour trying to pair the Airtage protective cases with my phone. I took the plastic cover off and removed the keyring (this must be it) and rubbed it on my phone like it was a magic genie. After further research, I discovered that the wife had only ordered the protective cases and that the Air Tags were not included. I don't think it's funny that Apple gets away with teasing Boomers this way.