This year was the year to have something to show for the ten hours a day I put in all year at my job. Working as a Phlebotomist, earning $24,340 a year, only helped to pay the mortgage and car note. I barely had enough money to buy cold medicine after my bills were paid. Well, this year was different. I declared that I would buy myself something that made a statement that I was employed. Recently learning that watching TV after hours lowered my electric bill, I only turned on the thirty-five inch bulky TV set after midnight. While resting my worn out body from working all day on my all black futon sofa bed, a major cell phone company advertised a brand spanking new Blackberry Curve. From the moment I laid my eyes on the cute little QWERTY keypad and the 5x zoom digital camera, and not to mention the beautiful media player with the ability to download from a popular music site that rhymes with MouPube!
All that night I thought about that Blackberry Curve. The phone I currently owned had internet and played videos from MouPube, but the connection was too slow. By the time it loaded, I didn't want to see the video any more. I wanted that Blackberry Curve dammit! That next morning, I used one of my sick days, took the day off and went shopping for my true love. As soon as I touched the display, a sales representative approached me.
"They have been selling like hotcakes!" Dressed in his black and white uniform with cell phone logos printed all over his crew neck shirt, the sales rep began pitching his game. What he did not know was that the commercial had already sold the phone to me.
"How much is it?" That was the one of the main details the advertisement omitted.
"It's $699 but it's on sale for $499 with approved credit. On top of that, the first month is free!" At first, the price didn't hit home until he said I couldn't make payments. That's what I was used to.
Not only did I need good credit, but I had to sign a two year contract and the bill could range from $80-$100 a month. Handing the rep $930, taxes and deposit included, with an agreement of paying $87 a month for two years, I was finally united with my first true love, the Blackberry Curve.
Since the Blackberry Curve was a smart phone, it programmed itself and was ready to use, well after activation with customer service. Instantly, I played around with all of the features. The insanely high speed internet and all of the Blackberry Apps. There was even a Blackberry instant messenger that would send a message in less than a second! Beautiful! It would take me at least five minutes to text from my old phone. The internet browser was slow and most of the web pages were not supported. But the Blackberry Curve changed all of that!
Before I knew it, the sun was setting. I had spent seven hours, almost an entire work day, in my car on my new Blackberry Curve! Turning the key in the ignition, I was off toward home to charge the battery since I had been on the phone so long. Just as stopped at a red light, my new Blackberry Curve began to vibrate. My love was letting me know that something was going on. I picked up the sweet joy and there was my first text message! Without a second thought, I clicked the highlighted "view" button to read what my love had for me. It was a message from the company welcoming me to their network. Also following that message was another stating that I needed to pay an additional $40 to cover the charges since I bought the phone after the bill was sent out.
Trying to understand the message, I read it again. It made no sense that I would have to pay half the bill for a phone I didn't even own, when the bill was sent out three days before I brought the damn phone! I tried texting the company back, but the message was automated and I couldn't reply. By this time the traffic light had turned green. Pulling into my desired lane, the Blackberry Curve vibrated again. It was another message! Curious to know what it said, I glanced at the colorful screen trying to read more of the bullshit the company was sending me. Without warning, a car slammed in the front of my car, launching me like a bullet out of the back windshield. Hitting the car behind me in the headlights with my head, I slipped in and out of consciousness. The paramedics rushed me to the ambulance, but I stopped them in their tracks.
"I'm not alone!" I shouted. Frantically, the medics searched my car.
"Who was with you?!" They all shouted. One medic grabbed my hand and told me to squeeze if I could hear him. I squeezed. I pulled him closer to my bloodied face.
"You have to save my Blackberry Curve! I just spent my rent money on it and I'll be homeless by the time I get out of the hospital. My car is totaled. It's all I have left!"
The medic angrily motioned for the tow truck driver to haul my sedan that had been crushed to the size of a child's lunch box off to the junkyard. Even though the medics tried to stitch my arm back on my body, they could never replace the true reason for living, my Blackberry Curve!