Old Paul Donovan was sitting on his front porch one morning, reading the daily newspaper and sipping a cuppa of freshly made morning tea. Just like always, he was moving from headline to headline in search of something amazing article about latest political development in peace, and just like always he couldn't find any.
He would now and then catch a glimpse of the morning street brimming with morning walkers, joggers, sweepers and stray dogs. The clock had hit 7 and it was almost time for his pal, George, to pass through his house, walking his dog.
"Hey there, George", he shouted. "How's everything at the office?"
"Not the same when you left it", replied George.
"Well, someone gotta teach them young boys how to run the accounts, ain't I right?"
"Yeah. You can drop by anytime you like to give them a lesson or two. Or perhaps to catch up with old folks of yours. I tell ya, you are still pretty much in talks!"
"Is that so?", laughed Paul.
"Yeah. Them folks miss ya a lot", winked George.
"Sometimes maybe. Happy walking that dog of yours. What is it, a rottweiler?"
"Damn right, it is. See ya later.", and George went off with his dog dragging him through the street.
Old Paul was always respected, be it in the family, friendship, work or neighborhood. He had that image of a local respectable fellow that no one would even think bad of him. His sons respected him. His wife loved him. His friends liked him. And Old Paul loved them all.
He finished his morning cuppa tea and picked up his new smartphone that his sons had gifted him on his retirement.
"Let's see what this handy son of a gun had in store for me."
He scrolled through the latest updates of his folks on social media, checked on some latest weather news, and finally some stocks he had been monitoring.
"Bad rain, bad stocks, bad news. This holly-molly never have anything good to me."
He closed all the open apps, and just as soon as he was going to lock his phone he saw a new app. He paused for a second and didn't' remember installing it.
"Honey, have you installed any new app on my phone?", he shouted.
"I don't even know how to use it.", he shouted back, from the kitchen.
"Ask the boys. They might know."
"You don't even let them touch the phone."
"Yeah, that right."
He tried remembering it but couldn't. Then he tried to open the app, but every time he did, the app would suddenly close and take him back to the home-screen.
He didn't know what that app was for. He tried to uninstall the app, and still every time he did it, it took him back to the home-screen. He couldn't open the app or uninstall it.
"Hell, what is this?", he got up and went inside to ask his boys.
"Those any one of you installed an app my phone?", he asked.
"Well, we haven't even touched your phone in like a week."
"Well then. Look at this app, it not opening or uninstalling. See what you folks can do."
"Dad, it might just be a virus. You have to get your phone clean. Uncle John knows how to do that."
"Right. I will drop on him first thing after breakfast."
