Yelled at your phone yet today? Of course you have

Technically Incorrect offers a slightly twisted take on the tech that's taken over our lives.

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It's one thing when a human annoys you.

It's quite another when an inanimate object decides to wreck your day, destroy your work, or just refuse to animate.

Gadgets are so central to our existence that we don't merely expect them to reliable. We need them to be reliable.

But, as anyone who works at Samsung will tell you, they're not.

How do we react? With understanding? Not quite. This is, after all, the Age of Rage.

It's unsurprising, then, that a new study suggest we will experience 40,800 incidents of tech rage in our lives. Or, if you prefer it, two a day.

The study was reported by the Daily Mail, and, as with all studies, there is need for raging skepticism. Still, these researchers claim to have spoken to 2,000 Americans and discovered a crisis of nerves.

One in seven Americans have hurled their phones across a room in frustration. Careful, Note owners, you could set your house on fire.

Fifty percent of these respondents admitted they've yelled at their gadgets. Only 50 percent? Sixteen percent claimed they've burst into tears at a gadget's non-responsiveness.

And it's ruining our relationships; 20 percent said they've started arguing with their loved ones because of technological failures.

It's YOUR fault my Mac keeps crashing.

How have we come to this? Surely transistor radios never used to cause this much angst, did they?

We must pause to consider who sponsored this study. It was gym chain 24 Hour Fitness. Stunningly, it told the Mail that going to the gym will help you deal with tech rage.

I wouldn't dream of arguing. Indeed, 24 Hour Fitness has provided me with plenty of evidence.

Every time I go in to my local 24 Hour, I become seriously frustrated when the machines don't work smoothly.

When one of the desperately aging bikes breaks down, I have to spend an extra 10 minutes on the StairMaster to get over it.

And when a fingerprint ID scanner goes on the fritz, I find myself marginally seething, as there are only a couple of other ones available and they're already being used.

But perhaps this is all a sneaky part of my training regimen. Perhaps it prepares me for technological life.

Now, when my iPhone 6 offers at best mercurial charging capabilities, I smile wanly and think: "I won't get mad. I won't get mad. Otherwise, I'll have to go to the gym again. And what if the bikes don't work?"