Friday, August 13, 2010
Dragged Rojo to the Verizon store with me for about the umpteenth time this summer. I have qualified, and needed, an upgrade for my cell phone for months, but each time I go in there I get overstimmed and walk out.
Now that I've (finally) discovered the wonders of texting (NEHBM of a phone that does not require TALKING), I really wanted one with a full keyboard. So, Rojo and I went in fully caffeinated, freshly peed, fed and rested and tackled it yesterday morning. He was darling, pointing out all the "flip" phones and really pushing me towards all the ones that came in shades of red.
At last we settled on pretty much the most basic phone they have that can text with a keyboard, and he was jumping up and down with excitement as we finished the transaction, so excited for me.
On the way home in the car he says, "My friends all have cell phones. M. has a cell phone, G. has a cell phone, K. has a cell phone..."
I couldn't tell from his tone if he was hinting around (not his style) or merely informing me (totally his style). Finally I asked, "Rojo? Do you want a cell phone?"
"What in the hell do I need a cell phone for?"
Point well taken.