We got our first cell phone three years ago, apparently, amongst the last people in the U.S. to get one, or at least, it seemed that way. We fought the idea for a long time thinking, for one thing, that we couldn’t afford it. But after discovering no-contract phones, we realized that maybe, just maybe we could work one into our budget. Plus, with our constant long trips back and forth to our kids’ colleges (many of which were in a 1982 Volvo 245), we realized that having a way to get in touch was almost essential, particularly since phone booths seem to have gone the way of 8-tracks and cassette-tape players.
Still, I hated the idea of a cell phone. I don’t even like talking on a phone very much. And Lord knows, I didn’t want to become one of those people who ignore the actual flesh-and-bones person standing before them because apparently whoever they’re talking to on their cell phone is FAR more important. More than once, I’ve been in a bathroom stall and heard the person in the adjoining stall suddenly say something and thinking they were talking to me, responded, only to realize that they were talking on their cell phone. I always feel like an idiot, but then I think, Wait, why should I feel like an idiot? I mean, who has a cell phone conversation while sitting on the john in a public bathroom?
Anyway, we finally decided to take the plunge into the wireless world and have had numerous occasions to be very glad that we did. As any long-time reader of my blog knows, we’ve had a number of unexpected medical emergencies (and other emergencies that I haven’t written about), and I can tell you that being able to call friends and family from the hospital (or your car as you speed to the hospital) has been invaluable.
It’s only a Dumbphone, though. I say “dumb phone” because, well, it’s not a Smartphone. In fact, it is the most generic, rudimentary phone you can possibly buy. Essentially, it makes phone calls. It does have a little camera, but what’s the point when you can’t download the photos? But it does make phone calls and it does that extremely well, and I can tell you that that is worth more than all the fancy apps and gadgets in the world when you’re sitting in a cold hospital waiting room, anxious and scared out of your mind and you just want to talk to someone who loves your sick or hurt dear one almost as much as you do.