I am about to make the most difficult, complex, mind-bending purchase of my life.
A new home? Nope. Already have one — and it’s paid in full, too.
A new vehicle? Did that one too recently. It was a piece of cake.
A recreational vehicle? Hah! Give me a break. It was love at first sight with our new fifth wheel.
I’m talking about a telephone. It’s the cellular kind, which you stick in your pocket and carry it around with you.
I know what you’re thinking. What can be so difficult about buying a cellphone? Well, let me tell you something: My wife and I will be able to settle pretty easily on the phone we want. It’s our sons and our daughter-in-law who are going to give us grief if we don’t get the “right” phone with the “right” calling plan and have all the “right” gizmos, gadgets and doo-dads that go with these devices.
My old-fashioned flip phone croaked this past week while my wife and I were celebrating our 42nd wedding anniversary at Walt Disney World in Orlando, Fla. I charged the thing up one night. Turned it off, then turned it back the next morning; it was charged fully. Then during the day, it went dead — as in terminally dead. I tried to put it back on the charger at the end of the day. Nothing happened. I played “Taps” in my head.
So, with that we’ve decided we’re finally going to “upgrade” our phones. We don’t know what we’re going to do. Do we go with a “smart phone,” an “I-phone,” or are they the same thing?
Which provider do we use? I’m inclined to stay with the one we have used since we purchased these old-time flip phones.
For the record, let me state that I waged a public campaign over the course of several years to be the last human being on the planet to purchase a cellphone. I declared victory when I acquired one — although a friend of mine and at least one member of my family tell me they’ve never owned a cellphone.
Neither of them can prove it to my satisfaction … so my claim of victory still stands.
I remember the old days when my parents had to decide whether to go with a push-button phone or stay with the old rotary-dial device. Heck, I even remember back even further when Mom and Dad purchased a rotary phone with one of those new-fangled twisty stretch cords.
We’ve entered a new age when phone purchases have become more complicated than what used to be the decision that gave us the most headaches. A new home or motor vehicle? Forget about it.
I will make one vow at this very moment: I will not be caught walking and looking down at the device while sending a “text message.” Not ever. Period.
I’ll need some quiet time now to ponder the huge decision that awaits us.
Pray for us … please.