My First Cellphone
Your voyeur recently purchased her first cell phone. I’d gotten by nicely cadging other people’s phones when I needed, But when a doorman wouldn’t reveal the room number of a physical therapist I wanted to visit I joined the plugged-in horde.
Since I own an iPad I was counseled to purchase a simple phone. At the Verizon store on west 57th Street I felt assaulted by chaos. A young woman who kept wiping her dripping nose with her fingertips told me to purchase a phone for $127. At the last minute she added an extra hundred dollars to the price. I was almost defeated, but I managed to get myself out of there.
I walked three blocks downtown to the nearest AT&T store. Yes, one man behind the counter had a runny nose. But I went to the opposite side of the store, found a calm sales person, and purchased a phone for $127.