Here is my cell…
Posted on Oct 09, 2008 - 10:36pm by V. Grumpy in Trucking
phone…well, kind of. You see my “cell” is old. It cost about $49 a few years ago at Verizon. It was on sale as part of a “two-fer” deal. It’s not as thin as a credit card. I wouldn’t want it to be because I’d lose it. It had a camera, but it doesn’t work anymore. Some of the keys stick which makes sending text messages difficult, but then I don’t send many textes, or texts or however you say or spell it.
It doesn’t connect to the net, but I can play a mean game of bowling waiting for my dinner to come. It can’t remember anything, because it has no memory. You can touch the screen, but that doesn’t do anything. You actually have to press “buttons” to make a call. The screen is tiny and not bright at all, but then who needs “bright and clear” when all I need is to see boring telephone numbers. Forget e-mail, that’s what my laptop is for.
It has choice of 5 plain rings and I have yet to be successful trying to get other tones to work. I tried once to get a song from Sugarland, but when my cell rang, it sounded like Jennifer Nettles (the lead singer) was drowning. Poor girl. As far as security, well, if anybody tries to steal it, I’ll hit ‘em over the head with my tire iron. Besides no one else can operate it but me.
My cell bears no resemblance to a Blackberry or Blueberry or IPhone or EPhone or whatever new fangled devise is today’s latest flavor. It’s just an old plain grey flip cell phone. And for a poor trucker like me, it is perfect. Because more important than anything it works. I can reach anybody I want, anywhere at anytime without a problem. And as Wayne can tell you, I’m not a phone kinda guy. I rarely call anyone unless I absolutely need to. As long as I can talk to my wife, I’m happy. I will pay $299 – $399 for a short cruise somewhere, but never a phone, especially one that thinks it knows and can remember more than me.
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Sounds like my cell phone. . .military specs. I have no idea if the camera works because any pictures I took with it would be lousy anyway. But I DO like the fact that, when if falls off the visor when I open the door on the scale and slams into the cement sending battery and cover and phone in different directions, after I fish all the parts out from under the trailer and put it back together, it works just fine. I also enjoy when the cell phone company calls and tries to sell me the newest gadget that I can tell them, “No, thanks-I’m perfectly happy with the one I have.” I CAN read my email with it if I need to-and it CAN connect to the internet, even connect to my laptop. . .if ya wanna surf at fax speed! I dont worry about it getting stolen-no self-respecting gang-banger would be caught dead with “the brick”.
Love the old field phone, by the way! Dad had couple in his old army footlocker in the garage-he was a radio man at the Battle of the Bulge. Now, those were some high technology for 1945! We used to try to make them work when we were kids, but those old batteries (Looked like a D-cell on steroids) wouldnt hold a charge even if you could figure out how to charge them.
Ah, Grumpy, do ya think we’re getting old?
LSP – We’re not getting older, just better.