“You didn’t back up, did you?”
That has to be the most infantile thing to say to anyone who lost their phone. It demonstrates a clear undertone of ‘I told you so’ and clearly implies the unsaid- ‘Tsk, tsk. I ALWAYS back-up my phone data.”
So yes, I lost my phone. Yes, I didnt back-up. Yes, I always meant to. But yes, I didnt .
Can we move on, please?
Despite the loss of my phone, though, I was secretly (and secretly, only!) glad that I had lost my phone. I was getting tired of the damn thing anyway. and guilt wouldnt let me chuck it and buy another. God’s way of saying, ‘Change the phone, dammit!’ was my reasoning.
So I promptly went to Nokia (some loyalties are hard to shake) and bought meself a brand new Nokia phone, nothing fancy but one that I had always wanted to buy and resisted. It’s a flip phone. You must understand here, I always wanted a flip phone, just never got around to buying one. so while its not fancy at all, has the most pixelated camera phone, allows only limited saving of names in phone memory, and has virtually no memory at all, me and my flip phone look like something out of a picture postcard, posing together happily.
