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.