I’ve posted before on how my wife Joan, the recovering technophobe, has taken to the smart phone. And recently I posted about her new addiction to Trivia Crack. But I didn’t realize how far over the edge she’d gone until last night when I walked into the bathroom to find her standing in front of the shower, naked except for a shower cap, phone in hand and totally engrossed in a round of Trivia Crack.
I’m at a complete loss here. I don’t know what to do and for once I don’t think my autism is what’s stopping me from reading the social situation correctly. I feel like I should arrange an intervention but given the specifics of the problem, I think most of my friends here in Charlotte will want to leave it to the professionals rather than try to forcibly pry a smartphone from clutches of a screaming naked woman brandishing a shower cap. (It’s a heavy-duty one too, not one of those disposable hotel shower caps. I think the ruffles around the edge could cut you with enough force behind them.)
And those who do want to help under these conditions, especially those willing to travel, I have serious doubts about their motives.