The Blackberry Bell Curve
I accept that I am a relic. I accept that I'm not totally hip to all the current technology. Heck, I write blogs without pictures.
And my smartphone is a Blackberry. I just like the buttons.
Recently, my Blackberry started huffing and puffing. Whenever I wanted to call or text (I don't have data), it froze and displayed the clock icon. It had to think before every action. My Blackberry had become the Hamlet of cell phones. To text. . .or not to text.
So one day last week, I went to the T-Mobile store where I had bought the phone three years ago. As I walked across the parking lot, I psyched myself up to possibly buy a phone with a touch screen. I can do it. I can upgrade my phone.
Inside the store, I showed my phone to Tony the sales guy. Tony was impressed that I still had a Blackberry. He had once owned a Blackberry, but he had traded it in for a $200 credit toward a buttonless phone. It took Tony a minute to remember how to navigate through the Blackberry icons. He then turned off the phone, took out the battery, put the battery back in, and restarted the phone.
The phone was no longer just thinking. It was acting. I would be able to play solitaire once again.
I thanked Tony and reassured him that if the phone died, I would come back and buy a new phone from him. I asked if my Blackberry had any trade-in value. Tony looked it up and said it was one dollar. Just a buck. Wouldn't even buy me a coffee at Starbucks. We had a laugh about that and I left the store.
I'm gonna hold onto my Blackberry. Maybe in a few years, I can sell it to an old phone collector on ebay. In the meantime, I'll continue to use it. It's a perfectly good phone and only three years old. And I like the buttons.