I sat down at my desk a couple of minutes ago with my cell phone in hand. I opened the contacts list and deleted all the personal information stored there. I snapped open the case and took out the battery. The battery went into a container where we store still-living batteries. The phone's disemboweled carcass went onto a closet shelf where we keep Valhalla-bound ewaste.
Several years ago our neighborhood land-line service had deteriorated to a point where telephone company service technnicians were out here almost every day. Their frequent presence caused my wife and me to joke with one of them that we were going to set a place at the table for him.
As a self-defense measure--maintaining contact with the outside world--we bought cell phones. Then our wired service got better. My cell phone proved unnecessary and was a magnet for every robo-caller-nut. After stalling for a while--Hey, I'm your basic male who likes toys!--I decided to dump it.
Anyone who needs to get in touch with me can use email or our home phone. ☺🍸🍸♥
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