Without wanting to (once again) sound like a stereotypical
cranky old codger, it probably comes as no surprise that I don't like cell
phones. In fact I would not have one if my daughter had not made me get one.
Once after one of my moves, I was negotiating with Bell or
Telus about getting a landline. The charming young (I assumed) lady at the
other end of the line was patiently trying to sell me a package deal. No, I
told her, I didn't want to pay for the answering service - I already had an
answering machine; no, I didn't need call display - I used my answering machine
to screen my calls; no, I didn't need internet access - I was getting it
through my landlord and no, I didn't want cable. I suspect she was somewhat
frustrated with all of my no answers, but then she brightened up and asked if I
wanted to join together my land line plan and my cell phone plan. It was
obviously a good deal. I had to disappoint her and say that I didn't have a
cell phone. Her response back was "everyone has a cell phone. How else can
people find you?". I think my answer back shocked her as I said "I
don't want to be found!". The fact is that I just don't think anything is
so important that I need to be told immediately.
My daughter, who has been less than excited with my
preferred method of getting out to the West Coast every summer, initially asked
me to give her a call every few days while traveling. I have always been
flattered that she cared enough and so I tried to do that. But as anyone who
has driven across the Prairies or though Northern Ontario knows - there are not
a lot of telephone booths along the Trans-Canada. There were a few times when, because
I had not called in for more than a few days, I think she at least thought about calling the
police. So I bought a cell phone. Just a clam shell type pay-as-you-go phone.
Very basic and except for using the alarm clock, I do not know what other
features it had (although I did text once on it). I perhaps gave out the number
to four or five people, I never left it on and there were months and months when
I never even thought about it. It also never worked in Northern Ontario, parts
of the Prairies or in the Rockies. Not very useful.
In talking to Telus about how useless of a telephone it was,
it was suggested that if I updated the phone to one that had a SIM card that I
would get much better coverage. So this week - in the interest of being a good
dad - I bought a new phone. It cost twice as much as the first one, doesn't
feel as sturdy and as far as I can figure out doesn't do anymore than the other
one did. It took a number of hours of comparison shopping, a couple of calls to
Telus and then a few hours of trying to read the microscopically printed
instruction booklet to input the ten or so phone numbers. I realize that
thousands if not millions of people buy a new phone every day and then do all
that they need to do so that it works. I realize that none of them expect any
sort of reward or recognition that they have done something especially onerous
or worthy of praise. But from my perspective it seemed like a whole bunch of
money and effort just so folks can find me..... if I ever think about turning
it on.