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My cellphone is busted.
It was only a matter of time, really.
A person can only drop a piece of electronics on the concrete floor so many times before functionality starts to decline and it no longer holds a charge like it should.
At the same time, the contract with AT&T Mobile (used to be Cingular), our time in the sun with the carrier, is drawing to a close next month.
It is unfortunate.
I will miss the tiny keypad and fuzzy picture and video capabilities.
I'll miss the integrated web browser, though we haven't carried a data plan since we purchased the phones to begin with.
There a newer phones now, and I'm cheered more than a little by various technological advances.
I'm just not sure which cool new phone impresses me the most. Replacing my venerable Motorola is a big job.
Seriously, $600 is a lot of money for a phone, even admittedly for the most awesome phone in the history of humankind -- including the original Alexander Graham Bell phone (which did not have data or media capabilities at all).
$600.
Thanks, Apple.
Now what am I supposed to do?
"Favors" for tips in the Men's Room at the Olive Garden?