Yes, I have a cell phone. A Cricket cell phone. Nothing but the best for me.
This past Friday afternoon, I found myself in downtown Cincinnati and I went into a Cricket store to pay my bill. My phone had been turned off, but I didn’t really care. Being in constant communication isn’t something I’m interested in. Still, people were probably trying to get a hold of me, so I decided to pay up.
The guy in the store is young and always seems bored to tears when I come in. Most of the time, he doesn’t even look at me—just wants to know my phone number.
After I gave it to him, he punched some numbers in his computer and told me what I owned. Passing over the cash, I decided to have a little fun with this unfriendly guy.
“Hey, do you use a Cricket phone?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said without looking at me.
He looked at me like I had two heads.
:Well, I use . . .”
I don’t know what he said, wasn’t paying that much attention. I wanted to engage him in a little conversation. I showed him my cell phone.
“I guess this old Samsung flip phone is old hat.”
“Yeah, they don’t make it anymore,” he replied. “They should. A lot of people still like it.”
“Kind of looks like those phones on Star Trek, don’t you think?”
He gave me another funny look. “Yeah, I guess,” he said.
“Ever heard of Star Trek?”
“I’m gonna call Scotty and have him beam me up.”
He gave me a long stare and I left soon after. He probably didn’t know what to make of me, this old man with long hair and a cane. I just had some time on my hands and wanted to have a little fun at the Cricket store. Nothing more, nothing less.
(Photo from the riverotter.com)