Believe me when I tell you that I was not in the market for a new cell phone. I didn’t wake up this morning saying, “Goodie! I bet TODAY’s the day I can replace my perfectly good, less than two years old Samsung. But then I didn’t intend to wake up yesterday morning with a recurrence of Shingles either. And yes, one definitely has something to do with the other!
Normally I carry my cell phone in my back pocket. But my back pocket is way to proximate to my sciatic nerve which is the one said Shingles have decided to inflame. Thus, I had my cell phone in my front pocket, which I never do, hence I was not sensitive to the possibility of my beloved cell phone leaping to its death as I flushed the commode.
It’s a pretty sick feeling watching your phone, and all of its info, numbers, photos, and messages swirl away. And I have enough experience with water and electronic devices to know the probability of recovery, even if it hadn’t gone where it went. (Also See: Water Over the Ipod and I Drowned my Laptop).
Which is why, phone dependent as I am, I am now the proud owner of a Pantech Model P7040. That’s all I know about it so far. I cringe at the thought of mastering its features, technolaggard that I am. I felt sorry for the poor technie that drew me as the next customer in her queue. She kept trying to wow me with details and kept missing the dazed/glazed look in my eyes.
At the end of the day, while phones can do so much more than connect you with loved ones, is there anything at all more important?