A day without my phone

A couple of years ago, we didn't have cell phone compartments in our purses. We used quarters in a pay phone. We coordinated where we would meet beforehand and we waited until we got home to converse with our friends about some guy, our day or even what we were wearing to our next event.... Not so much nowadays. Now it seems, people talk on their cell phones everywhere, in the elevator at the doctors office, getting a procedure done anywhere on their bodies, on a date, their cell phones are attached to the ear so the person(s) on the other line knows exactly what's happening, right now.

well, yesterday, totally by accident, I left my cell phone at home. Anyone who knows me knows my cell phone is my communication. I chat on AIM, text constantly, and it's my phone book since I relinquished the task of remembering numbers from my brain and gave it to my cell (or at least the SIM card).

About 2 blocks from my house (and very close to the train station), I realize I do not have my cell phone. "shit, damn" as I stopped, turned around and gave up hope of going back home. "I'll just email ppl so they know". Sitting down in the office I was forced to use the clock on my computer rather than my phone when deciding on whether to greet ppl with "Good Morning...." or "Good Afternoon".

then, when I went to lunch, who would I talk to? Who would chat with me as I waited in line for my chicken sandwich? Silence......
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walking down the street I usually ignore people by chatting on the phone but now I was forced to listen to their comments, which all in all, are pretty flattering once they don't get offended that I didn't stop to talk to them.

it took a good three times to call my boyfriend from my job phone before he answered a number he didn't recognize.

then going to mommi's house, I don't have my key, and I'll have to wait outside for her to answer the door (sometimes it takes a while to get down those stairs). usually I call when I'm walking up the block so she's there waiting for me but this time, I had to act like a visitor. A salesperson who came knocking wanting to introduce a potential buyer to a product that worked like the last one but has been totally re-formatted and is in a cuter bottle.

once I got home, way after 10 pm, I checked my phone... A lot of text messages (the only way to communicate in the twenty-first century). And a picture of a book with someone's name on it from my brother..... Time for him to explain...

yah, shall I make the first call

all in all, the day was pretty freeing without it. I wouldn't do it again if I had pressing plans but I would definitely do it again. I AM NOT A SLAVE!!!!