It’s gift giving season. So, I decided to give one to someone really special. Me! I know that sounds selfish and, maybe, a little conceited. Wait before you scroll away. My perfectly good cell died even after I changed the battery a couple of times. It just wouldn’t hold a charge. I had no choice but to get another.
Have you heard the one about the senior and the smartphone? I don’t mean a senior in high school or college. Get my drift? Well, here’s my version.
Choosing a phone wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t the quickest, either. I agonized quite a bit about the best one to meet my needs. I just wanted to be able to make and receive calls. But, I wanted to look stylish while doing it. :-)
I took a secret poll of the types of cell phones used by my cool, young relatives. I did what I do before any purchase that locks me into a contract. (Yea, I signed a contract.) I combed the Internet comparing operating systems and features. I considered reviews—pros and cons. I practically collapsed from research overload until a commercial came on TV advertising just what I had in mind. And—off to the mall I ran! Straight to my provider. To get my first smartphone!
What happened when this senior raced into the store?
The answer after this brief taste of a sweet and spicy romance novel.
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Now, back to "The Senior and the Smartphone."
What happened when this senior raced into the store?
I’m sure you’ve already guessed that phone was out of stock. (No surprise, right?)
Well, that didn’t deter me. The screen on the advertised smartphone wasn’t big enough, anyway. I was in the mood to give—and receive—a gift and by golly, I was going to get one. I browsed up on a phone that seemed just right. The 4.3” screen allowed me to read the clock without my lenses. And—OMG—all the icons in such beautiful colors! The choice was made. The transaction handled. (They made me buy a data plan. Didn’t I tell you I only wanted to look stylish “making calls”? I couldn’t get the phone without the plan) Oh, well.
Then, I believe I irritated the young sales lady with a simple question.
More about that in a second.
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Welcome back to "The Senior and the Smartphone."
Now, what question turned the sales rep’s smile into a grimace?
Senior: “How do you turn the Internet off?”
She froze. I mean, she literally stopped moving.
Rep: “Here’s the off button.”
Senior: No, no. I understand about the off button. I want the Internet turned off.”
There was complete silence that magnified the frustrated sigh the rep released. She finally came out of her stupor.
Rep: “Just close your browser.”
Senior: “That doesn’t turn the Internet off.”
I could see things like, “Old people” and “Why do you need a phone like that if you want the Internet off?” just twirling around in her head. ;)
I never got an answer.
But, that was no biggie because I had a nephew who worked for a competing company. Surely, he would know how to turn the Internet off. Right? Right and wrong. That fellow broke my smartphone down like a professional marksman does his weapon, with one exception. He left it lying on the table, out of the case and minus the back cover.
Now in his defense, I was quizzing him about the different apps and how activating them tied into all of my personal information on the phone. I guess the last straw was that question. The one that stupefied the sales rep also drove him to the edge.
“How do you turn the Internet off?”
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Now, for the conclusion of "The Senior and the Smartphone."
I still snicker whenever I recall my buying experience and the lessons learned. I’m a few years beyond the AARP joining age and don’t consider myself over the hill. But, boy, do the youngsters seem to condescend when a seasoned person knows what he or she wants, whether it makes sense to them or not.
I finally stumbled upon how to turn the data network off, right after one Sunday service—while standing on the church steps. (Now, take that sales rep.)
My smartphone is smart when I want it to be. (That may not be completely true from the recent news piece.) I have no trouble reading the screen. The camera takes nice pictures. The color is amazing. And 4G—and making and receiving calls—are only as good as the network.
It makes me happy when I view that beautiful keypad. My Pooh-Pooh wallpaper is simply gorgeous. It was thirty-nine degrees this morning. I know because I turned on the data network and selected the weather app.
All-in-all, I made a wise choice. I just love my gift to me. :-)
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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Mickie Sherwood ~~Sweet, spicy romance—a heartbeat away~~ Louisiana Lady
About the Author: Mickie Sherwood is an author and novice photographer who takes nature pictures right in her own backyard. She loves to engage in her favorite pastime which also incites her creativity. Combine that aspect of her life with the enjoyment of spending time with her family, and cruising vacations, and the development of interesting characters who encounter intriguing circumstances is not very far behind.
Official web site: http://www.mickiesherwood.com