Patricia Harrelson

I started toying with the idea of getting an iPhone several months ago. When I posted the thought on Facebook, I got 20+ comments from folks who said “Go for it!” IPhone users love them.

Then Cindy’s Blackberry died, so she got the iPhone. We could only afford one, and I had to face the fact that she uses her phone WAY more than I use mine. I really didn’t mind. In truth, I was a little afraid to get something quite so racy. We agreed that I could get one in December when we expected to have a little extra cash. In the meantime, I helped her figure out some of the basics on her iPhone, and then the novelty wore off and the surge of “wanting” faded away.

But my iPhone was on the list of things to get with the extra money in December, so Cindy set December 2nd as the date to go to AT&T. I woke yesterday with a bit of trepidation. “Why,” I thought, “do I need an iPhone?” But it was too late. Cindy was in motion and we were going. She even got up early, so we could be there when the doors opened.

An hour later, I was walking out of the store with my new phone, not sure whether to laugh or cry. I got into my car and the Mirimba ring sounded. I fumbled for my bag, found the phone, and tapped the screen.

“Hi,” said Cindy. “I wanted to be your first call! Are you excited?”

Well, I’m not sure if that’s the word I’d use, but I sat in my car outside the ATT shop and played with my new phone for awhile. First, I called JL to confirm some plans for later in the day. Then I called up my email, and there was a message from Culley that I replied to. “Whoa,” I thought. “This is pretty cool.”

By the time I got home, I was stoked. I downloaded some applications and got the correct software so I could take pictures with my phone. I’m on a roll. Oh, and I put some iPhone accessories on my Christmas list.