The Cell Phone
A couple of days ago my dear wife-mate presented me with a new cellphone.....Seems her contract was up for renewal, and she wanted a more debonair device to make noise in my pocket. A Motorola V365 it is.....constructed so tough that even the Samsonite gorilla would wail over it's inextirpable good looks. I hesitantly swapped in my SIM card and lit that puppy up. The personal phone numbers of over 100 physicians and surgeons were vaporized, along with the numbers of an equal number of friends. Crap. So, that's where Xavier has been.....I have spent the last two days retrieving the numbers and trying to force this monster into submission.
One advantage is the Motorola has a camera. Perhaps that can assist me with getting photos for the blog if I can figure out how to get the dammed telephone to puke them up into the computer. The silly thing has mobile email and text messaging.....Like I'm going to use that. I have no idea what they are for. The ideal cellphone for me would have no incoming calls and a rotary dial. Today the damned thing emitted that irritating series of electronic tones while I was scrubbed in. Sherry the Circulator dug under my gown, fished it out of my pocket and held it to my waiting cheek. Some customer service rep wanted to know if I was pleased with my new phone and service. I related my displeasure at having to respond when I was up to my wrists in bloody skeeter stats, and I banished the thing outside to my labcoat.
Tonight when I got home, Little Darling showed me how to turn it off, and she put her picture in it for me. I'm starting to like it better already.