I had to get a new phone because I’m tired of committing unnatural acts with the old one to get it to work. The AT&T worker struggled for 2 hours to sync up the old and the new phones. I had a planner to decorate so I let him have at it but two hours in it got kind of ridiculous and I told the fellow I was going to do it myself at home.
The super cool Gen Z guy was very unimpressed by the idea that an oldster like me could do something that defeated him but I know a secret that eludes the young ‘uns: whatever you need related to tech, there’s an app for that. I downloaded an app and easily synced my phone.
And which app was the first I opened after being reunited with my phone? This one, of course. Because this is how much you all mean to me.
Now let’s bitch about in-built obsolescence because the “old” phone is younger than my kid. I remember taking her in a stroller to get it. I never dropped it or did it any harm. I use it heavily, of course, because who doesn’t but so? And it’s already half useless.