I had hoped my phone would outlive me. I hate wasting my time on technology, and I didn’t want to spend any of the precious little time I have left learning how to use a new device. Already last month I had to get a new laptop, which I still haven’t quite got used to. So I’ve been hanging on to this old blackberry with its tiny mechanical keyboard for coming on seven years. People laugh when they see it. I try to claim retro status, as if it’s almost cool again. I’ve never even used its more sophisticated features, like access to the internet or email or apps. For me it was always just a texting machine, alarm clock, and phone. Now and then I snapped a photo or used the calculator. But it in all those years it has served me more or less faithfully, never needing a repair. Even the original battery still charges.
But then it stopped picking up a signal. I brought it in and we tried a few things. Nothing worked. Since I no longer have a land line, not getting a new phone wasn’t an option. My dear son, the one studying computer science, not the one who inherited my aversion to technology, met me at the store for moral support. And thank goodness he did, as the salesperson and I couldn’t find a common language (though we were both speaking English). Now I felt old and retro, but not cool. In the end, Oliver took care of everything, speaking to me, then to the salesperson, then back to me, like an interpreter. I stopped even listening to or addressing the salesperson, as if I didn’t understand. Not the type of social interaction I prefer or am proud of, but the only way I could cope with the situation and leave with a phone. I wish I were more evolved, but I consoled myself by thinking she could add me to her horrible-customer stories to amuse her co-workers.
My other son told me what kind of phone he would like to inherit, so that took care of some of the parameters. Oliver googled online reviews. I made colour selections. We ate some cookies I had brought to sustain us through the signing of the contract. Finally I left with my first touchscreen device, which includes a decent camera so I can add more photos to my blog posts, which I just figured out how to do on my phone. I will probably still be learning how to use it until I die. But I can now access my blog and all of you right here on my phone! And my son is pleased to have both a decent phone and a laptop to inherit!
So thank you, Oliver! And you’re welcome, Nathan!