It’s been 90 degrees, more or less, and sunny, in Seattle today. I didn’t wear a jacket when I left our apartment this morning. So, I was faced with the problem of where to carry my new smart phone.
My old, tiny cell phone clipped to my belt. It fell off once when I was exiting the bus at Westlake. Fortunately, I noticed it in time to hop back on the bus, and the driver waited for me to retrieve it from the aisle. It seemed to fall off often when I exited our car, on the passenger side, in the Heaven Sent Chicken parking lot. I don’t know what was so magical about that spot. But other than that, it stayed nicely on my belt.
I don’t know how secure, or comfortable, this massive smart phone would be clipped on my belt. There’s more to lose now, if this thing falls and breaks.
I carried it in a pocket of my book bag this morning, and that seemed to work nicely.
When I don’t have my book bag, the phone fits in my back pocket. That, however, presents the problem of what to do with it when I sit down.
It was in my back pocket when Phillip and I walked up to Broadway yesterday, and it sat on the table when we stopped into Teriyaki & Wok for lunch.
A few years ago, Phillip gave me a nice holster-style bag that straps around my waist and around my leg. It has a pocket designed for a cell phone, but phones were smaller then, and my new one doesn’t fit in it. It has other pockets that work, however. That’s a strong possibility.
Carrying my phone in my shirt pocket, when I have one, just doesn’t feel right.
When did convenience become so inconvenient?