Any of you that have read my blogs that pertain to cell phones know that my relationship has been and is tenuous. My transition from a flip phone a few years ago was just slightly less painful then a root canal. So, when a month or so ago I decided to take the leap to a new smart phone with a larger screen, it was with some trepidation.
First, let me say the term “smart phone” in itself is a little intimidating. It suggests that there is another genre of phones made for those that are cellularly challenged. Perhaps I am dipping my genes into the wrong phone pool. Of course, I long ago dismissed that notion. I am at least as intelligent as the next guy, as long as the next guy is not a ten year old with ear buds and a Bluetooth mic. The other thing you should know is that I am a Yankee, both physically and philosophically. Said another way, I am thrifty (spelled cheap). I do not think I have anything to say electronically that is so memorable that it requires an eight hundred or nine hundred dollar instrument to transmit it. So when I shop, the price/feature ratio is very important.
I am a longtime customer of TracFone. After looking at a gazillion options, they are the cheapest and are powered by Verizon. So when I saw that QVC had a deal offering a 5.5 LG fully featured phone with 1500 minutes, 1500 texts, and 1.5gb of data for under $100, I jumped on it.
Actually, I sat on it. About three weeks after receiving the new phone, I was crawling around the living room floor assembling a piece of furniture with the phone in my back pocket. Shortly thereafter, I realized that I had shattered the screen. Not shattered exactly. It looked more like a spider with very long legs that continued to get longer. Although it was still useable, it really needed a new screen.
Did you ever do or say something in all earnestness and feel like someone was laughing at you. Well, that was me when I took the phone in for repair. They looked at it and at first couldn’t figure out why they didn’t have replacement parts, until he asked how much I had paid for the phone. I said $100. He gave me a condescending smile and said “buy a new one. Our screen replacements start in the $150 range. That is when I felt like I had taken my Chevy to a Mercedes Benz dealer for repair.
Not to be deterred, I bought a scratch protector to cover the screen. For $18.00 bucks, I was home free. Oh, it looks a little wanky, but hey, I’m not one to throw away a bunch of money on a phone. So it is a little beat up and my texts are a little blurred. So what. I drive my cars for ten years for crying out loud. They get a little cranky, but they do what they are supposed to do. Just suck it up. Be happy it works at all.
The new phone should be here this week.