|Worn, yet serviceable..|
In short, I LIKE my phone. AND it costs only $30, so if I lose it, no biggie - I go get another one. The time I dropped it between a wall and a Metro escalator? I didn't even panic. The one sitting at the bottom of a storm drain in our town center? I don't miss it. Really, I am too careless to own an expensive phone.
So why then is it so embarrassing when I leave it somewhere - on a cash register counter, say (see above re too careless) - and the clerk calls after me, "Oh, hey, is this your phone?" And I turn around to see her holding it aloft in front of all the other customers, half of whom are probably thinking, "What the heck is THAT?"
Just...embarrassing. And I don't know why. It's not as if I am one to bow to peer pressure and jump on the latest technological bandwagon.
Oh, and did I mention that, when I was buying Rachel's bicycle, the cashier at the bike store could not BELIEVE I was unable to take a legible picture of the receipt with my cellphone. INCREDULOUS, he was. He probably thinks I'm Amish.
Then again, that's what the kids think, too. They consider themselves lucky to have zippers, as they tote around their own Star Trek communicators and explain to their friends yet AGAIN that, no, we don't have cable. Top that off with a family camping trip each summer, and they have resigned themselves to being forced to live in the previous century.
I tell them that it's like time travel, but they don't buy that. At least they're not stupid, right?