In fact, I almost never have the darn thing on my person anymore... it just lays on the dash of my work van.
Nine months ago I started this thread...
http://www.arboristsite.com/firewood-heating-wood-burning-equipment/209981.htm
Nine months and I haven't once "connected" to the internet with it, I haven't sent a single text message, I haven't installed a single "App", I don't have a clue how to make it take a picture, it has no music stored on it (I wouldn't know how-to anyway), I tried checking my e-mail with it just once and couldn't figure out how to read them (like I'd be able to read that tiny print anyway), and my fingers still can't make it do anything correctly. The only thing that has changed by taking away my small, compact, dumb, flip-phone and handing me the monstrosity called a "smart-phone" is I quit carrying it on my person. The girls in the office get frustrated with me because I never have my phone "on me" anymore... meaning they have to leave a message and wait for me to call when I get back in the van. I keep tellin' 'em... if'n it's bigger than a pack of non-filter smokes, I ain't carrying it.
My daughter was playing with it on Sunday...
"Gee dad, did you know you have over 50 unread text messages? Dad! You don't even read the ones I send you! Doesn't your phone ring or something when you get a text?"
"Nope... I shut that annoying noise off!!
Nine months ago I started this thread...
http://www.arboristsite.com/firewood-heating-wood-burning-equipment/209981.htm
Nine months and I haven't once "connected" to the internet with it, I haven't sent a single text message, I haven't installed a single "App", I don't have a clue how to make it take a picture, it has no music stored on it (I wouldn't know how-to anyway), I tried checking my e-mail with it just once and couldn't figure out how to read them (like I'd be able to read that tiny print anyway), and my fingers still can't make it do anything correctly. The only thing that has changed by taking away my small, compact, dumb, flip-phone and handing me the monstrosity called a "smart-phone" is I quit carrying it on my person. The girls in the office get frustrated with me because I never have my phone "on me" anymore... meaning they have to leave a message and wait for me to call when I get back in the van. I keep tellin' 'em... if'n it's bigger than a pack of non-filter smokes, I ain't carrying it.
My daughter was playing with it on Sunday...
"Gee dad, did you know you have over 50 unread text messages? Dad! You don't even read the ones I send you! Doesn't your phone ring or something when you get a text?"
"Nope... I shut that annoying noise off!!