Cell by date

For years, people have been commenting on the vintage of my phone. Commenting isn’t the word; insulting is the more correct term. It’s so old that people wonder if it still works. Truth be told, I’ve had it for eight years and it never let me down.

Its main purpose is to contact people in a quick manner. It's not used for texting, or spending five minutes on the phone, trying to decipher who is going to meet whom, where and when.

So, why would I trade it in? Because it’s rather basic, even for me.

Because new products are introduced to the market (almost every six months), my phone has aged exponentially. It had limited texting abilities, no camera, no web surfing options, had only six rings to choose from, and my battery would only last for 15 minutes on a phone call (which is a good thing if you don’t want to talk on the phone for very long).

So, I finally did it. I went ahead and purchased a new phone. It wasn’t without its drama (then again, nothing is without its drama when it involves me). It was my Christmas and birthday present. And, for what it cost, it should’ve been given to me as a gift from my cell phone provider.

It’s sleek, thin and wrapped in black. Basically, it’s me, only digital.

Of course, I’m not going to throw it out. It’s a collector’s item. Also, if my new phone happens to break down in less than 8 years, than I have a back-up.