Today was a rather depressing day for me. I am now the not so proud owner of something I loathe. The pressure has been on me for years to get this portable piece of "must have" modern technology. As I walked past the electronics department at Wal Mart today, I finally succumbed.
The barely twenty-something sales boy was very knowledgeable and took the time to answer all my questions. Little did he know that I was dying inside. I had to fight back the tears as I swiped my card and typed my pin number. He handed me my bag and wished me a good day; I walked away with a cell phone.
This has been a discussion between Kent and I for some time now. He insists I need one, I insist I don't. I suppose a good wife would have been obedient to her husband on this point, but frugality always blurs my decision making process on things like this.
Responsible parenting won out in the end. Michael is now of the age where he can watch his brothers for me while I run quick errands to the store. I need him to be able to reach me in case of an emergency. Besides, I have this horrible habit of getting lost when traveling to new places.
Don't ask me for my new number, I don't have one yet. I don't think I can handle the purchase and activation in the same day. The phone was on the kitchen counter until Kent joyfully brought it to me and placed in on my desk. There it sits in it's plastic shell, as the picture of the happy guy with his cool new cell phone mocks my pain. 
Go right ahead Net 10 man! Mock away! You won't get my $15 a month and I won't use any of your 150 minutes one second before I have to!
Yay! Welcome to the 21st, Baby!!
Posted by: Shelly | June 21, 2007 at 08:43 PM
Good for you! The best thing about a cell phone is no telephone solicitors - at least not yet.
Posted by: Vicki | June 25, 2007 at 08:24 PM