Search on Saturday

Trekked into Best Buy today. Really thought I was smart enough to go in there.

I wasn't.

First I looked for a particular movie. They didn't have much of a selection of anything. Yea, OK, it could have been that Best Buy. Of course, a sign was there saying they could order it. I decided when I get home I'll check on Amazon.

I go look at laptops. I really, really want one. I looked at prices. Why was one more expensive than the other? Shouldn't they just be pretty? Did it slice onions while it burns a DVD for you? Nobody asked me if I wanted help.

I'm glad.

Then I looked at cameras. I need a better one. I couldn't understand why one camera was 20 bucks cheaper than another, when they looked to have the same stuff. And the same brand. I shoo'd away the guy born in 1992 away. He did ask if I wanted help.

I didn't.

Last stop was phones. Yea, I'm thinkin I'm ready to take the plunge and get rid of my home phone. Just go cell. Yet, I looked at an iPhone. Why is it 199 bucks? Does it batter and deep fry the onions the laptop sliced for you? What is the difference between that and an Android? These two guys were looking at phones. One of em said he really like his Android. He was starting to get all techny and I had to exit. I had a flashback my BFF in grade school and me trying to talk on our home phones. However the ladies on the 'party line' our parents had, wouldn't get off. This cute young Denzel Washington look-a-like asked if I needed helped.

I hesitated--he was cute--yet I told him I didn't.

So as I trekked from Best Buy, I looked at the free buyer's guide in my hand.

Next time I go in--I will be smarter

And I'll have onions on my breath.

Three Rings and I'm Busy...

Yes, cell phones are forever part of lives. Gone are the days my Mom and Dad made sure I had a dime the pay phone—just in case of emergencies. Cell phones are wonderful for being there when life throws you a curve—good and bad.

OK. I get that.

What about the non-emergencies? Like the woman carrying stuff in both hands, her head tilted to the left because she’s holds her cell phone in place. She spoke of her new hair color experimentation that night. While in a movie theatre, as the feature began, the young beside me pulled his phone from his pocket, text, and put it away-several times. I asked if something was wrong. Oh no, he said, just in a chat room. The look I ‘text’d’ him told him to log out. He did. My biggest peeve—non-emergency cell phone wise-is while in a restroom stall. Getting the nitty gritty of what's for tonight's dinner or what the man did and didn’t do, from over the stalls' walls.

Yes, these probably are emergencies to the folks on the phones.

OK, I get that.

My friends will remind me this ain’t 1968. But then what about when I think someone is talking to me and I respond? Only to realize they’re responding to a conversation on the phone—clipped to their ear.

To me, the phone on ear device resembles a much too big and occasional blinking insect. I’d swat that sucker to the ground. Stomp it into a million bug pieces and then drown it in Raid.

Can anybody spare a dime?