Thoughts about the telephone

Once, when I was a small girl, I had no idea about a thing called the telephone. In the small town where I grew up, there were no telephones. And people managed.

When I grew up a little, I heard about the sophisticated talking machine called the telephone. Already there were a few privileged people in my neighborhood who had one at home. I wasn't one of them, but I managed.

When I had a home of my own, I decided that I also wanted to have a telephone. I ordered one and waited two years until it was installed, and I managed.

Later on, when my children were growing up and they also wanted to use the telephone – a lot. I ordered an additional line so there would be no fights over whom and how long anyone was on the phone, and we all managed.

Years passed by and cell phones started to pop up in the market. I didn't understand why someone would want to have one – what was so important about a cell phone? I didn't buy one and I managed.

After all the kids left home, my oldest son bought me a present – a cell phone. For what?! I didn't need one. I managed all these years without one! Most of the time the cell phone stayed at home and I managed without it

A little time passed, and I decided to take the cell phone with me when I went out, thinking that maybe it could be useful. Maybe something important would come up and I would need to let people know about it and somehow manage.

Another couple of years passed (and believe me, they pass quickly). Today I do not leave the house without my cell phone. It is ALWAYS with me, at home, when traveling, at work. If I do not answer a call immediately, people worry – Where were you? What happened? Why didn't you answer? Didn't you want to speak with me?

How will I ever manage?

And now, when I receive my cell phone bill at the end of the month, I do not manage!!!

Neomi