Monday, October 22, 2012
I Was Cool...for Two Weeks At Least
Finally, I moved into the ranks of the "cool kids" when I purchased my first iphone two weeks ago. The Blackberry had become an embarrassment. Every time I pulled it out I felt like the loser still wearing jelly shoes when clearly flip flops had taken over.
My delay rested solely on the day my upgrade became available. A Verizon customer, my last upgrade took place as the "rumors" had begun that iphones would be available on Verizon. Nothing had been confirmed yet, and when I asked the salesperson if he had any idea when it might happen, and if I would be smart to wait, his response was, "that's all just a bunch of rumors, I wouldn't expect anything soon." I went with the pink blackberry only to wake to the news FIVE DAYS LATER that iphones were now available to Verizon customers. Aside from driving back to the mall and kicking the sales persons ass, there wasn't much I could do.
So I waited, and waited, and waited. When the day finally arrived I immediately went to the Verizon store and asked for the 4s. I knew the 5 would be out in a matter of days but at this point I literally refused to wait another second. When the store told me they didn't have the 4s in stock but would order it, I hopped in the car and drove 45 minutes to the next Verizon store so I could get it in my hand that day!
Once it was purchased, and I could hide the blackberry in the back of my most crowded junk drawer, I got straight to work. Facebook app, check! Twitter app, check! Weather app, check! Angry Birds, check! Pandora app, check! Instagram app, check! I was all over it. In a matter of days my new phone became 24 hour entertainment. I literally couldn't put it down.
When we went to our local Fall Festival this past Saturday I obviously had the phone in attendance. I had to capture all the fun shots of the boys with the animals, carving pumpkins and the like. It was as we were driving home from the festival and I went to look for my phone that I realized it hadn't made it with us. Frantic I drove back to the festival to search, I even scoured the shuttle bus we took there. No sign of my new love. I spent Saturday night feeling completely naked, drinking too much wine to drown my loss.
On Sunday morning I was greeted with a miracle. Well sort of. Someone had found it and gotten my number from a text I sent. He warned me it wasn't in good shape. Turns out I had dropped the phone by the shuttle drop off and (this is so hard to say) it was run over by a bus!
The screen is in shambles, it no longer rings, my pictures can't be seen and I am dying to play Sudoku but it just isn't happening. New iphone for dumbos like myself who didn't get the insurance: $550! Guess I'll be reaching in the junk drawer for the Blackberry again! Oh, the shame!!