Tuesday, May 27, 2008
how old is your phone?
I think I have the world's oldest cell phone. My children mock me. Verizon constantly tries to entice me with upgrades. I am not taking the bate. I've watched my kids go through countless phones either because they abuse them and kill them, or because they just become dazzled with the hottest new technology. We are all carefully trained to "need" New Things before we actually need them. The retail world hates people like me.
I've had this phone for almost four years. It's an antique, but it's the best phone I've ever had. I'm on a mission to keep it until it dies a natural death, or becomes so obsolete I can no longer use it for anything but a paperweight.
Lauren has come into a bit of cash, thanks to her grandfather (my Dad), who felt compelled to reward her for her hard work these past four years in college. He didn't realize he was also helping me out quite a lot. Or maybe he did. In any case, this seemed like the perfect time to send her out into the world to open her own phone account. She resisted of course, but with a little bit of creativity and gentle negotiation, she is at the Verizon store at this very moment, taking advantage of my un-needed phone upgrade. In a few minutes she will call me from her very own new phone, making use of her very own minutes. The pool of minutes I've been sharing with her and Rick will suddenly bubble over the edges of its pond, and I will most likely cut it back by at least half, since I really don't like to talk on the phone anyway.
Things are looking pretty good today. Wouldn't this be just about the time the phone gods decide to get mischievous? If my phone poops out now, I'm just out of luck. But I don't think that will happen. I think it will live forever. Maybe I'll set the world record for the Oldest Cell Phone Still In Use. Cheer me on. Or compete with me! How old is your phone?