All good things must come to an end

by Katie on October 15, 2012

There has been much said here about Brandon’s almost 3.5 year old flip phone. Many testaments to its durability and longevity. So much so that he was literally afraid to get a new phone, even though the thing was missing nearly all the number pads and just plain falling apart from so many years of abuse. He endured much ridicule for this, but was proud to do so.

Alas, all good things must come to an end.

But not without a long, drawn out ending.

Last week, Brandon stopped in for lunch, and walked in the door bragging.

“I’m never getting rid of this phone,” he said proudly. “You will never believe what just happened. I was driving over here in the retriever truck, talking on the phone and drinking a huge glass of iced tea, and the phone slipped and fell all the way down into my cup, submerged in tea. But you know what I did? I got it out, wiped off the tea, and kept on talking.”

Now, that is quite impressive.

He proceeded to make at least three more lengthy phone calls while he was home, then headed back out to work.

A mere three minutes after he left, I received a call from him. But when I answered, there was nothing on the other end of the line. This same thing continued to happen back and forth, with Brandon calling both me and his dad, all with the same result. Eventually, we all gave up.

The day had finally come:  the flip phone was dead.

A sad day, indeed.

Now, Brandon is completely unable to function without a phone. That sounds extreme, but it’s absolutely true with what we do. Just in the hour he was without one and not near any of us on the farm, we desperately needed to contact him with farm woes and questions at least three times. Not to mention the truck drivers, brokers and customers who all needed to speak with him within that time frame. This was an emergency.

So I loaned out my phone, since I was in the office anyway and he could communicate with me via internet text messaging or our Skype office phone, and off he went to Verizon. Little did we know this was just the beginning.

He returned sometime later with his first smart phone – the Droid Razr Maxx (supposedly the durable version of a smart phone). And hated it.

So the next morning, he was the first customer at Verizon to see what options he had. He likes my iPhone, and decided to go with that, but it had to be ordered. Because, you know, when you’re going from an 80s style flip phone to a smart phone, you have to have the newest version available, and cannot settle with the older model, even when you’re desperate to simply communicate with the world. I am being completely sarcastic here. But it is what happened when Brandon went to trade his phone.

Since the ordering process was going to take several weeks, he still had to have something in the meantime, lest our business drown. Due to all sorts of crazy issues I won’t go into details on, he ended up making four more trips to Verizon that day. Four. Before he finally returned with a working phone and all his contacts. It was quite the ordeal. Mr. Patient (again, sarcasm) was very pleased with the entire situation.

But now, Mr. Flip Phone is anxiously awaiting his iPhone 5. And I have his Lifeproof case on order. Because none of us are confident in how this story is going to end.



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