I think my trusty five-year-old phone is fading away.
It had to happen eventually, but it still makes me sad. For three years Verizon has been sending me slick "New Every Two" mailings that feature the flashy, feature-heavy phones I can get free or almost-free, but I've tossed them all.
For you see, gentle reader -- those supermodel phones are not my phone. My phone is special, and they don't make 'em like that anymore.
Can I tell you why I love my phone, as part of the grieving process? Yes? Thank you.
1. It is very small and very light (it fits discreetly in my bra when I'm out walking in a skirt that has no pockets).
2. It is sturdy and very tightly constructed (to resist bosom sweat when it's riding in my bra).
3. It has a flashlight feature that I use all the time (does YOUR phone have a flashlight feature? as in an actual lightbulb on the end of the phone? didn't think so!)
4. It holds a charge a very long time and recharges lightning fast.
5. It has exceptional reception and sound.
6. It has a way better speakerphone feature than any other cell phone I've seen. A couple years ago when a group of female relatives were gathered around my aunt's (much newer) phone to hear my cousin's exciting engagement news, we couldn't understand what she was saying. We resumed the call on my homely phone and heard every word crystal clear.
7. Its candybar style means that if you sit on it there is no hinge or sliding panel to break (I would've broken dozens of hinged phones by now).
8. It had exactly what I wanted (and those features were exeptionally well engineered) and because it didn't have a bunch of extra junk it was a reasonable price and so I didn't have to continually fear damaging or losing it.
9. I once stabbed it with a pitchfork (hard) and it kept on ticking.
10. I don't care that I can't add any ringtones.
11. I don't care that it has no picture capabilities.
12. I don't care that it has no camera.
13. I don't care that it can't access the internet.
14. I don't care that it can't do my taxes or direct me back to Kansas or tell me the name of that song, for it is a PHONE, and it does all phone-ish tasks beautifully.
Rest in peace, lil' phone. You have served me well.
(In lieu of flowers, please send chocolate.)