"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93." Who’s the bad seed now
My $#*&*%$!! Nokla 3650 broke at exactly the wrong moment, on the eve of the funeral. With a cousin who doesn’t know his way around Amsterdam driving down from Paris to pick me up in the morning. So instead of taking the time, as planned, to sort out which new telco and service to pick (as my current sub is due to end soon) I had to rush into town to get me something really quickly. The sales boy (so young I can’t possibly call him a man) had an easy time with me rushing into buying something off him. Still, he didn’t expect me to ask what OS the phones had. Isn’t that his job to know?
And so I ended up with that damn Sony Ericsson K750i (with the 2.0 mp camera in it) that all my mates seem to have and another TWO years stuck with KPN (to cut down the price on the phone) since I couldn’t afford a whole lot right now. ‘Annoyed’ doesn’t describe it. I had been thinking of switching to T-mobile. And sticking with Nokia, but they didn’t have any of the pretty models.
My home phone is dying as well, most of the time I don’t notice. My cousin just rang and I could barely make out his question through the flakey connecton: ‘what about flowers’. And I hadn’t thought of that at all and god dammit we’re a fucking useless family, but I think, or I hope we can just about order something in time tomorrow morning via Interflora. And those bastards don’t half rip you off for a funeral wreath, do they? Christ.
Fucking. useless. us.
One thing I’m not doing is panicking over what to wear, the quintessential funereal stress. My calculating self picked up something suitable in New York.
