The other day while at Walmart, I pulled out my Android to view a photo in my album. No big deal.
But soon a message popped onto my screen suggesting I take a photo at this Big Box retailer. What? I stood there, mouth agape, trying to wrap my head around my smartphone’s knowledge of my location and activity.
A tad unsettled, I grew even more unnerved when a second message popped onto my screen while I shopped at Aldi. The unwelcome messenger suggested I take a photo at the grocery store.
By then, I wanted this intrusion to stop. I asked my husband if he’d ever had this happen. He had.
This personal tracking feels way too Big Brother-ish. Too snoopy. Too creeping into my personal space.
Can location history reveal that I perused the toy aisles and the bargain aisles and the…? Does Big Brother know I bought a bag of Hershey kisses, Brussels sprouts (yes, they really are good when roasted) and a whole cartfull of groceries?
Yeah, I probably don’t want those questions answered.
I remember the days when telephone eavesdropping by a party line neighbor proved worrisome. But that seems like nothing compared to today’s technological tracking.
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