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There was a time when I resisted getting a cell phone when most of my friends already had them. Even after I gave in, I rarely used it and it didn’t ring but once or twice a month because so few people had my number. Now, more than ten years later, I’m never without it. Not only do I never leave the house without it (unthinkable!) but I never leave the room without it. I carry it with me to the bathroom for a quick pee, I pop it into my pocket when I go out to check the mail. It’s amazing how these newfangled technologies worm their way into your life and you can’t live without them. It’s a lot like dating; you figure you’ll try it for a while and before you know it, you’re married.
I now must face the fact that I’m married to my smart phone. At least it rarely lies to me and if it wanders off and never comes back, I won’t be heartbroken. It’s cheaper to divorce, too, even with the the cancellation of contract fee that Verizon would charge me.