Technology is a god-send... or was it the devil?

The inventiveness of the human mind has us riding a learning curve that is getting close to going vertical on the progress charts. But maybe we're moving too fast? Here's a cautionary tale culled from today's headlines!

Telling his wife he was going over to his friend Reggie's house for a Texas Hold'em tournament, Rick Seifert kissed his wife on the cheek and exited the house, garage right. He marveled at how easily Becky Seifert had let him go. He should have thought the matter through.

Of course there was no Texas Hold'em tournament at Reggie's. The guys were actually meeting at the Play Dough Club, which promoted a very enjoyable 'hands on' philosophy.

When he got home at 1:40 p.m. Becky woke up briefly to ask him how his evening had gone. He started giving her an almost hand by hand account of the card tournament and she was back to sleep within three minutes.

That afternoon at work, a process server showed up at Rick's business (actually it was half Becky's) and handed him a Summons & Complaint, featuring his name as the Respondent. Becky was suing him for divorce. Attached was a short, typed, unsigned note that all his personal effects were at Reggie's house and it was hoped he still knew the way since Reggie's wife said he hadn't been there in over a year.

At their first meeting, where Rick, Becky and their attorneys were going to work on dividing the spoils, Rick learned that the final straw for Becky was his performance the night of the Hold'em tournament. Unbeknownst, when he'd left the house there was an "Erection Detection" device sown into his cargo pants. And either he found Texas Hold'em to be very, very sexually stimulating, or he'd been at a strip joint again, after giving her a written promise that he'd never again go to one. And since there was a GPS component to the Erection Detection device, one didn't have to guess at the answer.

Rick's attorney, his eyes moving back and forth from the written report by the Erection Detection recorder and the look of defeat on Rick's face, called for a side bar with his client. In hushed tones, as he watched Becky and her attorney high five-ing each other, he advised Rick to either face becoming a laughing stock, or pay Becky what she was asking for.

Scary, huh? And even as we speak, the people at Erection Detection are working on a Slippery When Wet Monitor for women... So see? Progress sometimes comes at a cost...