It's true - I was practically born with a phone in my hand. Just look at the photographic evidence:
I'm fairly certain I was dialing up the baby boy who'd been next to me in the nursery to see what he was doing later. Check me out - all dolled up in a pink dress. I was ready to party.
All these years later, and my iPhone might as well be surgically attached to me. But here's the thing - if I'm not driving, I don't want to talk on the phone anymore. Call me crazy, but I spend A LOT of time in my car - an hour to work and at least an hour and a half on the way home. And in that time I try to spend
every single minute on the phone. This doesn't always work, as apparently people have other things to do than entertain me on my drive, but I try. Once I get home, though, I'm done. I've had my fill. Plus, my reception sucks at home. Is that bad?
All these years later, and my iPhone might as well be surgically attached to me. But here's the thing - if I'm not driving, I don't want to talk on the phone anymore. Call me crazy, but I spend A LOT of time in my car - an hour to work and at least an hour and a half on the way home. And in that time I try to spend every single minute on the phone. This doesn't always work, as apparently people have other things to do than entertain me on my drive, but I try. Once I get home, though, I'm done. I've had my fill. Plus, my reception sucks at home. Is that bad?
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