Did I want a cell phone?
No. No, I did not. I would much rather have had a book. But no. Cell phone.
* this habit of theirs also netted me a funky cloche hat, so I can live with it. mostly.
EDIT, since the airport has free wifi:
* My position on phones in general is that they suck; I will never make a phone call if I can possibly use e-mail instead.
* My position on cell phones in general is that very few people actually need them. Pretty much just doctors on call.
* My position on cellphones for me is that I certainly don't need one. I don't know why anyone would need to reach me when I'm on the bus or in a movie theater.
I have a fundamental disagreement with cell-phone culture.
So yes, I appreciate that they have given me something. I gave in because I've been arguing with them about it for a decade now. I give up. Fine. I have a little red cell phone. I might use it someday. I'm just tired of arguing. And if they really want to help, they could get a gift certificate for a massage. This is not about a gift for me, or about helping me; it's about bringing me in line. I just do not care enough to resist right now. The last few days have not been so great, painwise, and I just want to go home and curl up on the couch with my husband and daughter and a cup of tea.