Effective January 1, the state of Oregon banned talking on a cellphone while driving. This is a good idea.
So I bought one of these:
It chirrups at me. At first, this was kind of fun. It’s a perky little digital sound, reminding me of how technosavvy I want to believe I am.
But then I realized it was clearly trying to convey some information with different chirrups. Single, multiple, ascending, descending. This thing has a language all of its own. I felt like a pesky little bird had landed next to my ear after mistaking me for Dr. Doolittle.
So I read the manual. It all made sense, but there were also too many styles of chirrups to remember.
I remain basically clueless. And if I read the manual to sort out chirrups while I’m driving, it defeats the purpose of the cellphone ban.