So, when did our watches become our moms?

I was washing my hands the other day. Singing the birthday song for the length of duration for safety measures.

The next thing, I feel while drying off, is a buzz on my wrist from my handy, dandy Apple watch. Always a partner in all my activities. Was there ever a time without one?

Buzz. Buzz. Again. I looked at my watch and in the face was a circle where letters spelled out — Well Done. I thought; well done for what? How my steak is to be served? My nickel to be deposited? More than 10,000 steps recorded?

Well Done was followed by, “You have washed your hands for the recommended amount of 20 seconds. Well Done.”

MY WATCH had been programmed (sometime in the middle of the night) to ensure my hands are being washed properly, in this world of germ-to-germ warfare.

And, I thought did Apple have a Mommie focus group?

Can’t you just hear it; if it could speak? The watch saying, “Did you wash your hands? Did you use soap? Hot water? Under those nails, young lady. Can’t eat dinner until you do?

You can program your semi-A.I.’s to make those sounds aloud. I call them sounds because the words over the years have bled together. For you, it could be a sweet-sounding melody filling at a crux of fond memories. For others, like I said words bleeding into each other.

No matter where this plus twenty seconds takes you. The sad fact stands — MY WATCH is telling me that I have washed my hands correctly in 20 seconds. Mom dialed in for the occasion.

https://www.mayoclinic.org/healthy-lifestyle/adult-health/in-depth/hand-washing/art-20046253

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