Cellular Life

Today we went to Port Charlotte mainly to get a replacement for Dean’s cellphone which got broken into pieces, as in for real, when somebody tried to call him last night. The cell was on vibrate so when it rang, it moved towards the edge of his dresser and fell down to the floor. When we got to Sprint office we were told they can’t replace it although Dean can buy a new one for a discounted price if he signs another 2-year contract with them. Dean had no interest to stay with Sprint anymore. And since he couldn’t wait for his current contract with them to be over in September with a crushed and useless cell phone we ended up buying two new cell units as I had to replace mine too very badly. Although my cell still worked, it was begging for me to let it go. The poor thing kept falling apart, as in for real too. In fact I had to use a rubber band just to keep it together.

We got our new cells from Nextel. As we were browsing for units that would catch our fancy, Dean was looking at the model that he thought I would like. It would have been the most hi-tech cellphone I could ever have possessed. It has an ipod feature and Dean has been meaning to buy me an ipod for the past couple of weeks. But then the best thing about this model is that it is also Bluetooth enabled, something that Dean needs instead of using the regular earpiece. So I told him to just get me a cheap model and he could have the expensive one while keeping in mind that he’s still going to buy me an ipod sometime in the future. Maybe on my birthday.

I enjoy my new cell’s walkie-talkie feature. Walkie-talkie call is practical because it doesn’t take anything from our minutes. Dean’s cell is a bit complicated and he has tasked me with installing the Bluetooth and downloading music in it. Hopefully I’ll have that done tomorrow. Reading the user's manual is quite a tedious undertaking for me.


Mr. Pump
I’ve been driving for quite a while now but still I’ve never pumped gas for my car by myself. Dean already showed me how to do it and I thought I can do it on my own. I still panic every time the gas light comes on. I’m afraid of running empty. A while ago, I bravely decided to stop at Hess to gas up. I parked away from where the pumps were first because I had to call and ask Dean what kind of gas I should get. He said unleaded regular. I said “okay, now I’m gonna walk over to the pump and check if I know exactly how I’m gonna do it.” When I got there, I looked closely at the electronic computerized register for the fuel dispenser. I was dazed. I called Dean again and asked him to follow me through as I do it. Pissed, he told me to just come back home and he’d do it for me (again). Well, what can I do? Honestly, I find some machines intimidating and I hate it because they make me feel and look like an idiot. Anyways, I know that pretty soon I’ll be friends with Mr. Gas Pump.