I wish the iPhone people would design one that's black and has two pieces, and it plugs into the wall and you can pick one piece up and talk into it. I tell you, the whole time I had one of those old-fashioned plug-in phones, not once did I misplace it.
I've never owned a cell phone and don't plan on ever having one. If anyone needs to talk to me, they know where I live.
I don't believe in e-mail. I rarely use a cell phone and I don't have a fax.
Old-fashioned girl that I am, I still have a landline, though it rarely rings - and when it does, especially without warning, there's rarely anything good on the other end.
I do not own a cellphone; I do not use a cellphone. I do not have a phone. No. Phone. Not even an old-fashioned dumb one. Nothing.
I don't have a cell phone.
I don't have a cell phone (though for years I've kept saying, "soon").
You had to pick up a landline to make sure your best friend wore a matching outfit to school. I do remember people talking more. Nostalgia is dangerous, though.
