Wake Me Up Before You Go Go

I was the proud owner of a Droid 2 last week. I owned it for exactly 37 hours.
And then I gave it back to the very nice people at Verizon.

Because I am an old-poot, set-in-my-ways, middle aged woman.
I am becoming the people I make fun of.
I couldn't handle it. The phone was WAY smarter than me. Way smarter than I needed it to be.

Don't misunderstand me... it is a COOL phone. I mean, it is a COOL tiny computer.
And therein lies the problem. I didn't need a tiny computer; I needed a new phone.

I waste enough time looking at blogs, staring at Facebook, and googling random crap. I do not need to be able to do it from my cel phone while strolling through Target or sitting in the waiting room at Jiffy Lube. I am certain there's a market out there for those who want "over 100,000 apps!" It's not me.

So, I took it back, and the salesman (who had talked me INTO the Droid) kindly said,

"Baby steps, baby steps."

I appreciate these kids today who know how to deal kindly with the elderly.

Unlike my very own son. Who was not happy AT ALL that I was exchanging it. He informed me that people would die to have the Droid. That it was the coolest. That I could download "over 100,000 apps!" (The market is apparently 11 year-olds.)

And then he said,
"You should just get a Jitterbug."

Ouch.
Well now.
I don't know if you've ever seen the infomercials for the Jitterbug, but let me tell you... I was offended.

If you haven't seen the commercials... Let me explain. The Jitterbug is a cel phone for the Geriatric set. It's the size of a toaster. It's made to be easy to use.



The Jitterbug is NOT the song from 1984 by WHAM...


(That is the LARGEST picture you can get of them from the Internet. Maybe they are embarrassed, too.)

Perhaps if you listened to this song or this group (ahem), you should be punished by being made to own a Jitterbug phone.

I did get the cel phone that I wanted. It's way better than the one I had, and I can even access Facebook from it... Ha.

But sorry son, it's not the Droid.
But it's certainly not a J-J-J-Jitterbug. J-J-J-Jitterbug.
Wake me up before you go-go,
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo.

Baby steps, baby steps.