Homing pigeon…that’s what I use. I’ve never owned a cell-phone.
Its funny though because most people who have a cell phone didn’t buy it because they needed it. They bought it because it is a cool looking gadget with a lot of useless digital shit- pictures and games and internet connects…yeah right, like I’m going to type a post on a fucking phone pad.
So they buy it, and then they make sure that they are always talking to someone on it, so to look important…business like…especially while driving or waiting for a cheesburger at McDonalds.
And then you got the ones who are constantly running through the stored numbers in the phone, over and over again. Note to those people: the same numbers are in their today that were in there yesterday. Trying to look like James Bond in a public setting only fools so many people. I am not one of them.
But the young kids especially. They love them:
“Like, omhgod, Tracy? Hi, its Tina, I’m at the Tasty-Freeze with Johnny and Tim. We’ll be there in ten minutes, k? Bye.”
Two minutes later…
“Tracy, hi, its Tina again. You know I can’t believe Steve asked Kimberly to go to the movie tonight! Wasn’t that brave? I think Steve is cute!”
Two minutes later…
“Oh, and Tracy, tomorrow we’re going to Jen’s house to rap presents for her mom’s birthday, do you wanna come?”
Six minutes to the destination…
One minute later…
“Tracy, hey. We’re five minutes from your house. I’ll talk to you when we get there.”
One minute later…
“Tracy? Sorry, its me again. Where should we park? Behind your dad’s truck? Okay, be there in a sec. Bye.”
Whatever you do, Ben, get a phone that looks the coolest, with a bunch of otherwise useless shit that you would never use if your friends weren’t around with their phones to make you jealous.