At present, I'm dying for one of these.
Mostly because I have one of these. It's a loaner that doesn't work very well, used to belong to someone else { whose dog clearly confused it with a chew toy } and it's getting on my nerves.
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| { Bertha is not nearly this shiny. } |
Rumor has it that in the next few weeks I'll be able to trade in Bertha the Blackberry for an iPhone. { Just a little while longer, Bertha! You can do it! } Something about our corporate email being transferred over to a new system. Now I don't know what that means, but I hope it happens soon. Then people who call will hear more than every other word that I say. { Oh and I can play Angry Birds. NBD. }
Here I am complaining about carrying a relatively small and lightweight piece of technology, and it wasn't that long ago there were only these.
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| { Yeah, Zack Morris! } |
Yes, the cell phone has come a long way. As has personal music. Remember these?
I definitely had this exact little red Walkman. With little red headphones. I think Santa Claus brought it to me along with a cassette tape of the soundtrack to The Little Mermaid. This baby was a lifesaver when driving from south Florida all the way to middle Georgia. { Nine hours in an Astro van with two kids and a dog. Entertainment was essential. Sorry, Mom, for singing NKOTB all the way to Ocala that one time. }
And when my tape player died, I got one of these.
I'm pretty sure I thought I was a rockstar when Santa moved into the 20th century. { I did love the
Star Stage, after all. } You just had to hold on tight if we hit a bump or your *NSYNC CD might skip.
And in college I caved and bought one of these. My roommate had one and I was jealous.
Kmart in Athens was going out of business and I think I paid $50 for the thing. And that was the sale price. { Now the old Kmart is a Hobby Lobby. Major improvement! } I ran up and down Milledge Avenue wearing my sorority t-shirt and this hip little radio. Too bad it was so heavy and would always manage to scoot it's way down to my elbow every five minutes. { The three times I ran on Milledge, that is. }
Everything just keeps getting smaller and faster and fancier. Maybe Bertha's not so bad after all. : )