My husband wants no part of texting. He wants his phone to place and accept phone calls and take a message. Nothing more. And he refuses to send or accept text messages. So of course he has a flip phone. He’s so untrendy that he does not even know that he should be embarrassed by owning this outdated, one-dimensional device.
He enjoys how I can Google the world on my smart phone and check the weather or the price of a Persian rug. But for himself, he proudly announces, “I have a flippy!” like everyone should be jealous.
So we had a discussion of advances in telephony since 2000. He questioned how well I’ve adjusted to my ultra-sleek, multi-functional android smart phone. Actually, I just researched, Googled, queried and finally found the code for turning on the flashlight on my phone. That discussion led to this story.
Cell Phone Mystique
Remember the chaos when you and your family members used to get separated at the mall? What a production to gather everyone back together. Today, we just speed dial each other on our cell phones and meeting up is a cinch. We’re never out of touch anymore. Everyone is reachable 24/7.
But, oh how I wish I could understand how to access all the doodads and services on this tiny, magnificent communication device, my cell phone.
I could visit my appointment calendar, find out whose birthday I forgot, text my stockbroker, send photos to TV news broadcasts, pray for guidance. (Oh, you don’t have the cell phone model with access to heaven? Google it, my dear.)
Seriously though, every time I conquer another aspect of this very complicated, very efficient appliance, it baffles me with something new. I sometimes run out of 10-year-olds to ask how to operate my cell phone.
I’m texting now, but not when I am behind the wheel. And soon, I will move up to one of those really cool cell phones with access to the internet. You know, the Blueberry, or was it the Raspberry? I’ll let you know and you can call and get my new Hard Rock ringtone.
Annette Petrick, considering something absolutely unfathomable!
P.S. Hubby has other principles about communication. E mails pile up for weeks in his IN box. He’s not on social media. He does call people on the phone and occasionally may even leave a message. But he much prefers face to face communication when he can “look ‘im in the eye.”
The dinosaur I married still seals deals with a handshake, still takes his check into the office and hands it to a real live person, still stops in just to say hello. He is retro, but I love him and his flippy too.