This is my new cell phone.
It's cute. It's little. It comes fully loaded with Guitar Hero. All the basic essentials to look for in a phone. And for the last 3 weeks, I was sure it was broken.
When I finally took it in to T-Mobile to rant about my rights and try and get some free stuff, I found out there was nothing wrong with the phone and everything wrong with me.
Me: (handing the phone over) Yeah, it's Nokia, so, you know. I hear lots of people have problems with this one.
Phone guy: Hmm, ok. (Takes out the battery)
Me: Oh, I've already tried that. Didn't work. Yeah, it's definitely broken. Yall have anything I can use til its fixed? Or keep? For free?
PG: (Presses hidden power button. Phone turns on.) Oh. There ya go. Gotta press the power button to turn it on.
Me: Oh. Ha. The power button, huh? Right. (Grabs phone, kicks his shin, and runs out of store)
Seriously? Am I 100 years old or something? I never even saw it sitting there.
Then I started to wonder. Maybe I didn't want to see it there.
It's no secret that I enjoy life without a cell phone. Ryan gets more calls for me on his phone than I get on my own. When we were dating, I went a whole month without one, and life was good. Since they couldn't get ahold of me any other way, friends actually stopped by to visit. I'd get personal invites to events. I had nothing to charge at night. Nothing to silence. Nothing to drop and dent. Not a bad gig.
Ryan remembers that time a little differently than I, and, because of that, I caved and bought another one. Though, now that I know where that little hidden power button is, I just may put it to use. And turn it off.
3 comments:
That is too funny. It's hard to imagine life without a cell phone these days, but those few hours on an airplane or whatever when the phone is off do seem a little special.
I like to lose mine sometimes. Or forget that the battery dies a couple of days ago. Except I don't have a home phone, so that usually ends up badly.
I hate being a grown up sometimes.
haha that's awesome. I wish I had no computer sometimes. But then I run back to it for more sugar after my mini hiatuses and within 1 hr am hating it again. I can't picture you kicking the salesman in the shins, which is probably why it was such a funny thing to try to imagen
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