I was at Corbins Corner in West Hartford the other day with a few minutes to kill, so I dropped into the Verizon store to find out when I was due for a new phone on the “New Every Two” plan.
“You were notified.”
“I’m sure I was.”
I don’t use my cell phone much. I’m on the 300-minute plan, which is way more than enough. But there it was. The Droid. And the voice in my head.
“You want a new toy.”
“But I don’t need it.”
“New toy. Apps. You want it.”
“I’d barely use it.”
“So what? You want it.”
The next day, I went to hit golf balls for a while. No one else was on the range. Then I played nine holes by myself. Two balls on every hole. No one else around. I reveled in my solitude.
And it was there that “I don’t need it” took a commanding lead over “You want it.” I couldn’t imagine a phone call or an email disrupting the tranquility. (For the record, I never take the phone on the course.)
Still, the inner battle continues. I think it’s the apps.