I do not have an iPhone. Or a Droid. Or a Galaxy.
I am probably one of the ten people left in this country who does not have a smart phone of any kind.
I call people, text like a fiend, and am delighted to use the “Notepad” feature (which I only discovered after having the phone for a year and a half). But I remain tragically unhip with my little Samsung Brightside.
A few months ago, I needed a new case for my phone.
Everyone who knows me knows that I have a deep love and attraction to all things sparkly. I went to the mall to get my new case, anticipating a stylish new glittering case for my phone.
It was not to be.
My husband and I visited the first kiosk and I could not believe the paltry selection: black, black, and oh yeah…black! Next!
I approached the salesman at the next one with great anticipation. I was practically blinded by the sparkles coming from his little booth.
“Can you show me your phone cases for the Samsung Brightside?” I asked cheerfully.
“Wow,” he said.
I didn’t know what to make of that, but my best guess is that he was thinking, “What loser still has a Samsung Brightside?”
He rooted around and finally pointed to a pitiful selection of choices. All were boring. No sparkles to be seen anywhere.
I pointed to the lovely iPhone covers, prominently displayed in all their sparkly glory on the top shelf under a bright light.
“Do you have any cases for my phone that sparkle?” I asked, trying to hold my chin up.
He literally burst out laughing.
“Uh…no,” he said, his voice taking on a kindly tone when he saw my disappointment. “You will not find any sparkly cases for your phone.”
I resigned myself to my fate, swallowed my disappointment, and selected a purple case.
It was….kind of pretty.
Fast forward a few months to this week when I dropped my phone and the front half of the phone cover broke.
Based on my last experience, I walked into the mall feeling very self-conscious about my quest.
The first store I tried was AT & T.
“Can you please show me the cases for a Samsung Brightside?”
Then this, “Um…can you please show me your phone? I can’t even remember what those even look like.”
I handed over my phone and he looked at it like it was a charming relic from another era.
He handed it back to me with a weak smile and said quietly, “I think we might have something.”
After searching fruitlessly for a minute, he finally came across the one cover that would fit. And it was black.
With all the dignity I could muster, I thanked him and told him I would look elsewhere.
I approached a kiosk, asked for a case for my sad little phone and waited for the obligatory look of pity. I had long given up on a sparkly case. At this point, I would settle for fairly colorful.
Instead, the salesman smiled and said, “Certainly!”
Of course, there were none displayed. They were in a drawer…deep down at the very bottom of the door. But they were there and there were a ton of them!
I looked over my choices. There were a ton but they were all fairly hideous.
Why must those who do not have a smart phone have to be punished by not having sparkly cases available to them? Our phones are already lame. Can we not at least dress up the lame a little? It is most unfair.
I cut my losses, chose a hot pink case, and called it day.
When I do get an iPhone, I intend to get a case so sparkly that you can see it from space! 🙂