Somehow, someone knew which Olympic events we were watching.
Same with the Grey Cup, the Stanley Cup and the Super Bowl. Somehow, someone always knows.
I know this because after each event, there'll be some announcement telling all of us how many people tuned in. This puzzles me.
They - whoever "they" are - informed us all that a record number watched the battle between the Seahawks and the Broncos. Then they trotted out the figure.
How this works, I do not know. No one phoned to ask if we were watching. No one called to conduct a survey after the event. No one, so far as I know, was lurking outside, peering in the window, to see if the TV was on.
"I think it has something to do with a satellite," the husband informed me.
"Really?" I asked. "How does that work?" "Not a clue," he said. I also haven't a clue what happens when I happen to be in Seattle, and I'm checking the weather on my mobile device. They - whoever the heck "they" are - will know I'm away, and change the location on my cell phone.
Again, puzzling. I have actually taken to looking around to see if I was being followed. But as far as I know, this hasn't been the case.
"I think that's a satellite thing, too," the husband said.
"Huh?" I asked. "So my cell phone is beaming up my coordinates to outer space, and someone up there is changing the status of my phone via remote control?" "Hmm," he said. "I don't think there's anyone up there. And I'm pretty sure there's no remote control involved."
If true, this satellite must be pretty darn busy, given that there are a lot of cell phones in the world. I'm guessing more than a thousand anyway.
They - again, whoever "they" are - knows when the clocks need to be put forward an hour, because they do this on my computer. Without me even asking. When it comes to GPS, I know a satellite is involved, given that we're talking Global Positioning Satellite.
Still puzzled, though.
How does it know to tell me to turn right, and then left, when I'm trying to find a burger joint? I may be wrong here, but I'd be willing to bet that no satellite has ever driven the roads I've travelled, let alone tucked into grub at a diner.
Weirdest thing ever. And just the slightest bit creepy.
There are lots of things I just don't get. "They" seem to know them all.
