I’ve just come across the parking service RingGo.com. It’s a way of buying parking tickets by phone: when you park your car in a carpark which uses the service, you can ring the service, key in the number of the car park and how many hours’ parking you want and bingo… er … ringo: You’ve just paid for your parking. How cool is this?
I love it when the future works. I love it that I can find out when my next bus is coming by texting the number of the bus stop to the bus company. I love it that I can use my phone for emails. I love it when my husband texts me a photo of the view from the top of the mountain he’s climbed. I love it when people update Facebook via Twitter from their Blackberry. I love it when an online service asks you to validate your purchase by texting your pin. Oh that doesn’t happen yet. I loved Mondex. I even love my Oyster card, and that’s not a phrase you see very often.
Of course, the underlying databases are scary and this post could be entirely about the warnings of George Orwell, Ariel Dorfman, and Edwin Black.
But today is cheerfulness-day, so today I’m excited about the fact that the future’s here and I paid for my parking without any of that clunky money stuff.
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