…is his cell phone.
Mom Mannion is failry adept with hers, as long as she doesn’t have to check her voice mail or respond to a text or, well, answer it. But she can make calls!
From the New Yorker, overheard at a workshop at the senior center:
Now let’s take out our phones. Yes, you in the pink scarf—Paula. Hello, Paula. You can never find your phone. Does anyone have a suggestion for Paula? She can never find her phone. Suggestions? A special pocket in her bag. O.K., Paula doesn’t have a special pocket. Another suggestion? She can put it in her jacket pocket. That’s a great suggestion. That’s where I generally have my—O.K., Paula, you don’t want to keep it in your jacket, because then when it rings it scares you? Because why? Because it rings when it’s not supposed to. O.K., well, let’s—no, Paula, go right ahead. You just root around in your bag and shout, “I’m coming!” when it rings? O.K., well, Paula, that’s interesting, but it’s not a solution.
Read the whole post by Sarah Miller, Turning Your Cell Phone Off for Folks Born Before 1950.