The End of an Era

Subtitled: I Now Have a Wocket Robot in my Pocket.

Ode to a phone:

You've been my phone for 3-odd years,

I always thought our parting would bring me to tears,

It seems, instead, that I'm happy inside,

A new phone, that works?! This I can abide.

Goodbye, dear flip phone, goodbye and goodnight,

We've been together so long, it almost doesn't seem right.

But there's a new phone in town, and you're out the door

I'd sell you online, but no one uses flip phones anymore.

--Peace--

And so ends the era of a dumb not-so-smart phone.  I held out as long as I could, but the need for GPS drove me to it.  That, and a sweet Mother's day deal.  I think I'll keep the little guy around, though, just in case I get freaked out about the whole my-phone-is-a-small-robot thing.  Anyone else out there still have an oldie-but-goodie making their phone calls for them?

I watched iRobot too many times,

TFW