I didn't appreciate the dubious looks I got from the skinny twenty-something
He: looking kind of confused at me. "The Desire? It just came out you know."
Me: "Yes, I realize that. It came out yesterday".
He: still looking a little confounded, "How do you use your phone now?"
Me: getting impatient "That's the point ... I want to be able to access my social media ... update my blog, and Facebook and Twitter more easily - and tether."
He: "YOU have a blog?" smirk, slight rolling of eyes
Me: I'm not a %&^% dinasaur. I wasn't born under a rock. "Yes, I have several (blogs).
To make a long story short, we bonded over his phone envy ... for the latest and greatest that I was holding in my hot little hand. His iPhone had lost its glitter and glean after only 3 months and he was scouting the "new stuff". When I pulled my old Blackberry out of my purse to get a phone number, he gasped as if he were staring at the orignal invention. "How long have you had that? It doesn't even have a camera in it!" He really needs to eat more - and get more sun to add some colour to those sallow cheeks.
As I picked up the crispy paper shopping bag that held my new possession, he couldn't resist a parting barb or was it genuine concern .... "Are you going to be alright with this phone? We offer one hour courses you know". I assured him that I knew how to use the Internet and could probably find any answers I would need there.
As I walked to my car, my shiny new phone (named Desire ... dumbest name ever) started ringing. I stopped on the sidewalk, dropped my bag and scrambled to find out how to answer this technical marvel. Caller Unknown. "Hello?"
"Hi Mrs. B. (way too much respect considering he was just rolling his eyes at me) It's
Little twirp! There are just some things about getting older that
- official end of rant -