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Entering the 21st century

I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I seem to have a mobile phone and a phone plan all of a sudden. Talk about impulse. The lad wanted to go to Best Buy yesterday to unload some of his graduation money and I need little excuse to visit that store. While he browsed, I browsed in the mobile phone department. Next thing I knew, I was signing on the dotted line.

Well, it’s not really that surprising. I was mulling the idea over after having been a few towns over on Thursday night and suddenly realizing that I had a dangerously empty gas tank. My car was sucking the fumes of the last remaining fumes. Some of these little towns roll up their sidewalks at 5PM and if you haven’t planned ahead, you’re outta luck. Providence must have been smiling down on me...I made it to the next largest town and found an open gas station. Scared me, though. If I’d run out of gas out in that godforsaken place, I’d have been in just a little trouble. With no way to contact anyone for help and the nearest humanity several miles away, that’s not a position I want to find myself in late at night.

So anyway. Now I have this coolest Samsung mobile phone. The competition between mobile providers must be fierce because the various plans offer free phones that are amazingly sophisticated. I decided on Sprint—the coverage is better around here. My phone is a little entertainment center all on its own. For a month I get free internet. What a hoot. I can check my email while I’m sitting in a parking lot. I could even watch television on it, if I wanted. (Haven’t tried it yet, though.) And download music and play it. It is bluetooth enabled and ready, which I’m sure I’ll never need—I’m not even sure what that means exactly.... It also has GPS built in, which is automatically activated when dialing 911. Oh, it’s also a camera phone and takes pretty good quality digital pics. I am really astonished at what it can do.

Now I’m kind of wondering whether a landline is necessary.

Posted on 07/19/06 at 03:32 PM
 




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