Almost as dreadful as the notice from the MVA that it's time to come in, pass a desultory eye test and pose for another flattering GlamorFoto is the time when you realize the two-year contract on your cell is up and it's time to go get in line at the phone store.
Normally we go to the store where our friend works, a patient lady who has been helping us stay connected since I don't know how long, but this year, there's just too much going on with us to take a whole day trip to Delaware. So we miss her, but we wound up at the store near us.
And with the kind of luck that I usually do not come up with, we chose a good day to go, as it was the day before the new i-Phones came out. As we are confirmed Androidians, we love Samsung and leave the Apples to Granny Smith. And the iPhone adherents were probably getting ready to camp out on the Avenue to wait for new smart phones as we left with our new stuff - new phones and tablets for each of us!
They have a new seamless way to transfer your contacts and documents and photos of Uncle Nate in a tanktop, so you don't have to worry about all that anymore, but it does take a little time to get used to a new phone and new apps and what-have-you. It's sort of like driving a new car for the first time, except there's no sunroof or power windows. There is a backup camera, though: just open the camera app and back up.
There was a hitch pairing my new phone to my old car (Peggy's worked without a snag). I wound up having to talk to several wireless techs to the point of striking up lifelong friendships with "Christian" and "Amy" from who-knows-where, but at least I'm connected and paired.
After the first stumbles with hooking up the phone to the car audio, it was like, every time I got in the car there was this awful looooooooong wait while I waited for the dashboard to stop saying "No phone connected" and start saying that it was. It reminded me of that eternity when you're sitting in the stands at a wedding, and the preacher says, ""If anyone sees any reason why these two should not be wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."
And it seems like twenty minutes while you sit and see if Uncle Nate is going to holler anything.