Well, not really, since I am posting this on my computer, but I don’t take kindly to change, and the “latest technology” only leaves me bewildered.
Anyway, I had a little cell phone, not an iPad or a Smartphone, just an ordinary cell phone, so old it still had a rotary dial. I’d originally gotten it when my dad was ill, then kept it after he died because my sister and my mom were both dying. About two or three weeks ago, I misplaced it. It was one of those pay-as-you-go plans, so no big deal – I wasn’t going to get a gazillion dollar bill because somebody had sent a thousand text messages to Nicaragua or something (besides, the battery is probably dead by now anyway) but it was plain and simple – like me. It took me over a year to figure out I could simply punch “call” to reach somebody. I’d find their number in the on-line directory, write it down, and then key it in to call them.
I liked it, and missed it, and hoped it would turn up because it was discontinued.
That was OK, because I discovered I actually enjoyed being able to go places without having anybody bug me. Most of my calls were from the grocery store – which also has a “Honey Do” phone up by the customer service desk – to ask if we needed anything besides milk and cat food. My out-going calls amounted to about 15 minutes a week, and I seldom gave out my number because the phone spent most of the time in my glove box.
The Squire got me the least complicated phone he could find at Target, got my number and minutes changed over, and told me it was “pretty easy to use”. You’d think, after almost forty years…well, it took me four tries to get his cell phone number keyed into my cell phone’s contact list. As far as I’m concerned, that’s really the only one I need.
Don’t call me. I’ll call you.
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