How I learned to stop worrying and love the Roomba

THERE IS A UNIQUE KIND OF MODERN-ERA RAGE THAT erupts when you call your credit-card company because you don’t recognize a charge on your bill. Maybe it’s true that your spouse made the charge, but the fact that your spouse wasn’t listening when you asked about it is not the reason for the rage. The rage—and it’s not anger or frustration; it’s rage—comes when you have to have a “conversation” with a machine, or press 585 buttons on your phone in order