I’ve been part of a few fads in my lifetime: Wearing Nikes, sleeping in a bed, reading The Hunger Games. I’m writing this on an Apple MacBook and I’ve driven a convertible Jeep in the sun. I’ve blogged. I’ve tweeted. I’ve worked 50 or more hours a week for months on end. So in many ways, I’m an average 37-year-old guy, except for one thing.
I’ve never owned a mobile phone.
I know – I’m supposed to be embarrassed. Or at least that’s what I think I’m supposed to be. People are embarrassed for me. My little sister introduced me at a party this past year by saying, “This is my brother Peter. He doesn’t own a mobile phone.” Apparently this is key information during an introduction to a stranger.
And last week, a woman on the street asked to borrow my phone for a minute.
When I said, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t own one,” she looked horrified.
She said, “Are you OK?”
“Am I OK? Well, honestly... I’m not sure.” Full story...
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I’ve never owned a mobile phone.
I know – I’m supposed to be embarrassed. Or at least that’s what I think I’m supposed to be. People are embarrassed for me. My little sister introduced me at a party this past year by saying, “This is my brother Peter. He doesn’t own a mobile phone.” Apparently this is key information during an introduction to a stranger.
And last week, a woman on the street asked to borrow my phone for a minute.
When I said, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t own one,” she looked horrified.
She said, “Are you OK?”
“Am I OK? Well, honestly... I’m not sure.” Full story...
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