“Toy not with the master”

Yrs Trly, the aging geezer, successfully ordered online with his Smartphone.
“Toy not with the master.” I used to say that to my brother-from-Boston, who has since become my favored compatriot chasing and photographing trains in Altoona, PA.
Altoona is where the Pennsylvania Railroad crossed Allegheny Mountain, once a barrier to trade with this nation’s interior.
That railroad became a major artery of trade with the northeast. It’s no longer Pennsy, but still exists. It’s now Norfolk Southern, and trains are very frequent.
I’ve been a railfan all-my-life, and my brother and I got very good at railroad photography.
I left behind my iPhone’s charging module at my northern DE brother’s.
I stayed there to celebrate Thanksgiving with south Jersey relatives — I’m originally from south Jersey. I cross the Delaware River to do so, but they’re about 20 minutes away.
So once home off to Mighty Verizon — Verizon is my cell-service — to see if I can get another Apple charging module. They didn’t have it, but they did have an over-packaged alternative.
35 dollars. I try to be diplomatic, but “Fer cryin’ out loud! Is it gold-plated?”
Back home I Froogled an Apple charging module. About 10 dollars from Mighty Walmart*.
I gave it a shot. “Into-cart” from my iPhone. My DE brother suggested mailing back my recovered charger might cost more.
Bam-bam-bam! “Method-of-payment.” PayPal of course. Been there — done that. Walmart* allows PayPal if yer hip.
“Holy mackerel!” I’m actually doing this — and on my Smartphone.
“Complete-order.” Bam! Mind-blowing success. I actually ordered something online from my Smartphone.
Take that, Millennials. “Toy not with the master.”
I may be old, but I ain’t done yet.
“What hill? I don’t remember any hill?”

• RE: “Aging geezer.....” —I’m almost 74.