“…and then the monthly charge gets divided by pi, and you then add 200 more, 150 of which you can use towards next month’s calls, and 50 of which goes into the accumulated cost multiplier which, naturally, is added to your initial, up-front, start-end cost, but subtracted if you pay cash, which of course you don’t…”
I nodded at the boy in the Phone House, thinking “gee, that’s nice hair, I wonder where he gets it done.”
I’m not very good with the whole “you give my that much, and I’ll give that to him and then you’ll owe me that, right?” You’d think I would be, having studied maths and physics at a high level, but no. As soon as, for example, clerks start explaining the arcane art of buying a new mobile, my eyes glaze over and drool collects in the corner of my mouth and the only noise I can make is “wa”.
I am getting a new phone, you see. After a few gentle nudges, plus starting a new job where everybody has snazzy mobiles, helped on by the realisation that I should probably stop getting lost so much, I have decided to go the whole hog and get a Samsung Galaxy smart-phone.
Why not an iPhone, I hear you squeal? Do you really need to ask me that? Well, do you? No, it shall be this baby. It’s big, it’s shiny, it’s touchy-feely, and it’s Android. Plus it doesn’t look/act/feel/cost like an iPhone at all, in any way.
And hey, maybe if I tag Tele2/Comviq in this post, I’ll get that dude again who scans blogs and performs Tele2 damage control to leave a comment. Oh go on sir, leave a comment, you know you want to.
/ paddy (soon smarter than your average phone)