Thursday, April 11, 2013
The I-No-Own-Phone, The Final Part
By Jody Worsham
All rights reserved for Back to the Future
Over the past seven days, I have enjoyed my I-phone. I was becoming well versed in calling, answering, texting, AND I added maps and weather. This might be a good thing after all. Out of my mouth to the techno-gremlins ears.
Yes, my I-phone became an I- no-own-phone. Well, not exactly a no-phone; more like a no Wi-Fi phone which, since it was also the hot spot for my I-pad, meant no e-mail and connection to the lost world of adults. I headed back to the AT&T store post haste.
Alex met me at the door. With I-phone in hand, he poked, clicked, tapped, and angled to no avail.
“You got any Wi-Fi on your phone?” he finally asked the salesperson next to him.
“No, tower is down.”
“The tower is down”, he relayed to me as if my hearing was also technically challenged.
“When will it be up?” I asked, as if he knew.
I left and headed to McDonald’s for a much needed mocha frappe and Wi-Fi. I spent Saturday at Whataburger for food and more Wi-Fi. Sunday I parked next to the library for free Wi-Fi as I assumed the tower was still down since my I-phone wasn’t working.
Monday I was back at the AT&T store and caught Alex just as he was ducking behind the counter. The tower was up, had been for three days. For the next three hours I stood, drank water, stood, drank water, stood and watched as everybody in the store tapped, clicked, poked, wired-up, switched out I-phones, tried an I-phone4s with no resulting Wi-Fi for me. Finally Alex announced:
“I don’t know why it won’t work.”
I could have said that the minute I walked in. The only thing they could do was RE. RE-fund what I had paid, RE-connect my hot spot, RE-connect that to my I-pad, RE-set my pass word, and show me a selection of phones that would ring, vibrate, send and receive texts. I chose one just like the one I got for the eleven-year-old.
It seems the 21st century has ganged up on me. The brain is willing, but the Techno-gremlins have declared otherwise.
So here I sit with my lap-top waiting for the dial-up to catch up with my writing. I will finish this piece for my blog. Wait and eat lunch. Google my blog. Wait and do a load of laundry. Copy and attach this piece. Wait and go pick up the kids from school. Insert this piece in the blog. Wait. Prepare supper. Hit send.
After supper, dishes, homework, baths, I will crank up my hotspot, connect my I-pad, and e-mail friends that I have a new post. After a full day of dial-up and waiting, I hope Alex’s Grandmother gives him a good talking to.