iLove

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, we here at Casa de Vern are technologically handicapped.  The kids at the bus stop have cooler cell phones and fancier gadgets than I do, and as long as we have been on the planet we’ve been at least a couple of years behind everyone else when it comes to the latest and greatest stuff.  A few years ago we were visiting some friends and they asked, “Hey, do you wanna see our new Blu Ray?”  “Sure!” I answered and thought to myself, that must be SOME aquarium, but then he headed for the entertainment center to start pushing buttons and I felt confused.  Quite honestly, not all technology excites me.  I still hate automatic faucets and drinking fountains because they never detect me to be in the right place at the right time, and there’s nothing more humiliating than bending over a drinking fountain with your mouth open and tongue hanging out, hoping against hope that your mouth and the water will meet amicably. 

Nevertheless, ever since sitting next to a chatty gentleman on an airplane and his showing me how he could color tint photos on his iPhone, I knew that the iPhone and I were meant to be together.  But they are expensive, and require different data plans and providers, and we weren’t ready to make the commitment.  (It’s not you, iPhone, it’s me.)  BUT.  Things change.  People change.  And when things AND people change at the same time one finds herself in the Verizon store pointing at the shiny thing behind the glass while clutching her checkbook and saying, “Can I have THAT one?”  And the guy behind the counter is incredibly accommodating and patient because he gets commission, and he tries to answer all the lady’s questions.

“So, how do I know if I want the 16 gig or 32 gig?”

“Well, what do you plan to use it for?”

“Um, well I’m hoping to call people on it.  And I’m very much looking forward to not having to press the 7 three times every time I have to text an ‘r’.  Also, I hear there are some angry birds that may be able to entertain me if I’m ever stuck in an airport.”

“Do you plan to set up any hot spots?”

“Hot spots?  You mean like Ft. Lauderdale?”

“I think you’ll be fine with the 16 gig.”

Cory bought me one for Valentine’s Day, and while our relationship is still new (mine and the phone’s, not mine and Cory’s – because hello, almost 18 years folks) I think we’re going to have a long and happy life together.  And that goes for Cory too.