Welcome to the Machine

Spent a little time with Da yesterday setting him up on electronic billing from the medical group he has been involved with.   Ya have to realize that my dad has so little interaction with the nets, he thinks Utoob is cooler than fried ice-cream, has never had an email address and still uses a flip-phone and cusses how complicated that is.   BUT, he is starting to see some of the convenience of being able to pay bills and the like without leaving home (or having to don the diaper of shame just to walk in a building that hasn’t gotten the message that Covidiocy is  OVER!!!)

SO, I’m on the Mac, using his wi-fi to go through things, on thier website and filling in all the little slots of info, and then, we hit the VERIFICATION stage.   Six questions to make sure that he is who he says he is.   “DA, NEED YOU HERE FOR THIS PART!!”  and I start reading the questions off to him.   First is pretty simple, birthdate of someone that is vaguely acquainted with him. (MY ex wife of all things, WTF?). Then come some address things in places I didn’t even know he had things to do with, but he did and had asnwers.   We get through all of that, and I pay his bill, respond to the e-mail verification side of things (three step verifications are a PITA) and Da is sitting there silent, thinking,,,,

“Where the hell did they get all of that information about me?”

Welcome to the machine dad,,,,