We did it. We finally broke down and bought cell phones. We had a cell phone once when Stan was working. It was really nice not having one after he retired. But. . . with travel and Arizona and our exciting, up-tempo lives and all that . . . we broke down today and bought three lines and three phones. Tony at VZ was glad to take the order, but glad to see us leave his store after all the questions and decisions, numbers, contracts, rebates, bundles, options, accessories. My god, what hath deregulation wrought.
We spent the rest of the day trying to understand what we had done. The key to these dang things is getting them set up right in the beginning and then they will work for you. So today we scratched and wondered and used bad words as we tried to make our hands hit the little numbers, and remember passwords and on and on. You've done it. You know what we mean.
We're leaving the comforting clear-speaking landlines in place for the time being. But in the meantime, we've got some new numbers to share. . .
Oops, gotta go. The dang thing is ringing with that embarassing ringtone and I can't remember how to divert it to voice mail. Oh yes. Do nothing and it goes there anyway and you get it back if you remember that secret number.
Tomorrow we will work on the camera feature. Then the girls want to text us. Why?
It's exhausting. We're going to a big buffet dinner tonight. Please don't call us just yet. We need more time, and some peace, and we're not sure yet how to set up the phone to go to automatic voicemail.
