I'm angry at my keys

Since I bought a Prius about 2 years back, I've grown more and more impatient with the things in my life that require physical keys. You know, those antiquated metal things with notches? Fishing around for them in my purse instantly puts me in an ill mood. I mean, why shouldn't all of my belongings recognize me and give me instant access? I go in and out of my house several times every day. You'd think it would know me by now.

This is one way we know we've hit an experience inflection point. When the old ways seem hopelessly out-dated, and the new ones we quickly take for granted. Well played, Toyota.