People nowadays have long since had camera phones. But now, Blackberries are all the rage along with iPhones, and other mp3 player, Internet browsing, built in GPS system phones . . .My phone is ghetto. Fresh out of the basic phone from 2005 world when AT&T Wireless was still Cingular. Old, played out, scratched up, cringingly behind the times, and just plain, down home, uncompromisingly ghetto. It don't have no camera. Attempting to surf 
the net on it is like attempting to use a mimeograph machine. The key pad is scratched up. The LCD screen has a few spots of gel which oozed to the surface because it's had more than its fair share of drops. I could easily get a major upgrade and get with the times, but there's something in me that won't let me. I can't give up on my phone. I can't let old girl go.
She's been with me through too much. All the boys (which sounds sort of ludicrous because there have been so few) who managed to get my number since 2005 have called me on this phone. This phone has tasted many tears. It's heard me rattle off pieces of my
mind in Spanish. It's been blasted with my bursting laugh. How could I just cast her off for a newfangled bauble, like some sort of despised techno-Velveteen rabbit, when she serves her purposes just fine?
the net on it is like attempting to use a mimeograph machine. The key pad is scratched up. The LCD screen has a few spots of gel which oozed to the surface because it's had more than its fair share of drops. I could easily get a major upgrade and get with the times, but there's something in me that won't let me. I can't give up on my phone. I can't let old girl go.She's been with me through too much. All the boys (which sounds sort of ludicrous because there have been so few) who managed to get my number since 2005 have called me on this phone. This phone has tasted many tears. It's heard me rattle off pieces of my
mind in Spanish. It's been blasted with my bursting laugh. How could I just cast her off for a newfangled bauble, like some sort of despised techno-Velveteen rabbit, when she serves her purposes just fine?I know the day will come where she'll give up the ghost or become obsolete and I'll be forced to upgrade. But for now, I'm willing to suffer the humiliation of owning her, of constantly seeing her crass, broke down ghettoness stand in embarrasing contrast to slicker, more techno-savvy phones. I just can't let old girl go.
2 comments:
Oh dear girl! Get with the program! Get you an iPhone! Then you can blog and talk simultaneously! :)
being a sentimental old soul like myself, i suggest this compromise: get a new phone for talking and keep the old phone and call it eccentric art.
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