I sat in my office, alone at church following Sunday morning worship. I sat there with this lifeless thing in my hands. It felt heavy with doom.
No movement.
Stillness.
My iphone suddenly shut off and wouldn’t turn back on.
I thought my baby was lost forever.
I didn’t have internet so I couldn’t look up fix-it possibilities or call a fellow iphone owner because their phone numbers were stored on the phone. I didn’t know what to do. I felt hopeless.
I drove to Austin and the whole way was close to tears. What if my super expensive phone that I love and on which I depend just decided to not work anymore? I can’t afford a new one, but yet, I can’t live without it. My life is tied to this inanimate object. It may be pathetic but it’s also our time and culture. Look it up.
To the Verizon store I went. I walked in and paused in the doorway. I had entered some alternative universe – all the employees were wearing Viking jerseys. [I’m not one to get too into football but this was downright repulsive to see.] I learned that my fix was a “hard restart,” a la pressing and holding both buttons at once. Pretty sure mr.verizon man thought I was a pretty dumb lady in a cleric. [I didn’t have time to change before I left. This was an emergency!] But hey, now I know how to fix it if my lifeline becomes lifeless again.
