As high-tech a chap as I am, I draw the line at my cell phone. Although I am fully aware that the mobile is the pc of the future – I don’t care. I have seen my best friend’s cell phone bill break 4 digits. That’s not going to be me. I’m fighting the future as long as possible.
I have an old school mobile. Not exactly one of those bricks from the eighties, but close enough. It has no call waiting or call display. I don’t download music or wallpapers, and I’ve never sent a text in my life. But it dials numbers and I have a fixed rate of $39 a month to use it.
It’s a matter of time before I cave and buy something flashy. But until then, I am more than pleased with my outdated little buddy.