Fed Ex delivered a package to my door. Finally, my first smartphone. Good-bye flip phone.
Within two days I had the phone so messed up that my son had to set it back to the original setting from the factory.
First, my phone needed to be activated. Off to Target, in search of the guy who had activated my kids smartphones.
“No,” he said, “since you didn’t buy it here, I can’t activate it, you’ll have to take it in to Verizon.” But he did agree to put on a clear protective cover for me. People said that was a complicated project: “Beware,” I heard, “you don’t want to end up with a bubble.” But, I figured since he’d put on over a thousand covers, he could handle mine.
Cover intact, bubble free and back in the box, I headed for Verizon.
The guy walked off with my new toy. “I’ll work on it in the back room,” he said. “Please don’t drop my phone, I thought, I lived on Ramon Noodles far too long, saving money to pay for that Apple product.
The guy brought my phone back. What if he dropped it while he was in the back room? I thought, I’d be clueless. I put my phone gently back in the box, headed for home, and laid the phone on the end table.
Ring! Ring! I didn’t even know how to answer the thing.
“To answer, press 1,” I read, but there was no number 1 to press.
I planned to leave the phone in the box until I got my hands on a cover. Not just any cover, the smartphone had fingerprint sensor and needed a special cover. Would I have to go back to Ramon Noodles again?
I figured I could at least sync the phone to my computer. So I connected the phone by way of the USB cable, but instead of syncing like I was supposed to, I unknowingly told my computer to restore everything I had on an old 3GS that I had inherited from my son—to use only for the apps. That was a NO! N0!
So I tried to find Siri. I kept pushing buttons, she had to be out there somewhere. Siri, where are you?
Sunday, with my phone safely back in the box, still no case, I headed for church. On the way Siri decided to make herself known and scared the wits out of me. She tried telling me where to go. But I didn’t want to go whereever she was trying to send me, and she wouldn’t SHUT UP! I heard “Updating,” at every turn.
I didn’t plan to take my phone inside church, I was afraid it would ring and I didn’t know how to shut the thing off. I left the phone in the car, safely inside the box.
After church, I couldn’t resist trying to take pictures of the beautiful fall colors. I parked the car, took my phone out of the box, pushed the camera icon and started clicking away. Oh, the beauty of nature.
Back at home, I tried messing with the phone again. Wait! Stop! I thought, I remembered someone saying, “Don’t do anything if you’re not on Wi-Fi, or it will eat up your minutes.” I didn’t want it to eat my minutes, in case I wasn’t on Wi-Fi, so I turned off the power.
The next day my son, Dave, sent me an email. He wanted to know why I hadn’t called him with my new phone. I tried to explain, but he didn’t understand how I had messed everything up so soon.
“Bring it over here,” he said, “I’ll have a look and see what you’ve done.”
I grabbed the box and headed for Dave’s. He looked at my phone, tried a few things, and all he could do was laugh. “What did you do?” he asked. “Do you know you’ve got over 80 pictures on here, and a few videos?”
He patiently worked on my phone. Later, after setting my phone back to the factory settings, and adding several new apps, he gave me a few lessons and I was on my own. “Now, don’t go pushing buttons,” he warned,” search for the “How to menu,” on line. Take your time and read what it says.”
My kids laughed at me, all in fun, of course. One of them said, “We’ll have to set Mom down and explain things to her.”
Back at home, I got on line, ordered a case, and did a search on how to use the smartphone. Wow! So many pages. That’s going to take forever,” I thought, but I started reading.
A couple of days later, Dave sent me a text. I surprised myself and texted him back.
“Great job,” he replied, “on figuring out how to text.”
“What do you think I am stupid?” I texted him back. I couldn’t find the comma.:)
The next day, with freshly washed hair sticking up every which way, and no make-up, I heard a ding. FaceTime! I stupidly answered and found myself staring at myself, at my worst. And Face Time is supposed to be a good thing? He passed the phone around to all the family. “Hey kids,” he said, “say hi to grandma.”
My case finally arrived, so at least my smartphone was outside the box.
I got a text from my sister, Rena. “You can do ittttt!!!” she said, “send me a text on my phone.”
And, somehow, I managed to send her a text. I’m not going to be out smarted by a smartphone.
My other sister, Penny, got wind of my new toy and she texted me. We kept things going and I learned a few more tips. You could even send a text message by voice. I was on my way.
I actually found Siri. She was there all along—we get better acquainted every day. We may even become good friends. And if I can learn to use a smartphone, so can you.