I am Irrationally Irked at Cell Phones

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Because I'm not the only one with sass,
Jenna

(P. to the S. Anything in italics is me again. Unable to keep my mental images to myself.)

Ok. So I’ve been doing some traveling over this winter break. And yes, I decided to drive my car for these adventures. I drove from Virginia to Atlanta to Austin and then around Texas from Austin to Marble Falls, to Dallas to Houston and then most recently to New Orleans and then to Orlando.

Now I realize I signed up for this knowing that I would be spending copious amounts of time in a car. However, once I got to Austin I’ve been driving by myself. And let me tell you, spending hours in a car by yourself can get rather boring. I mean after you’ve exhausted the music on your iPod, you turn to the radio. But then you realize that they’re really only playing the same 40 songs interchangeably in different orders. Except sometimes they’re not even trying to cover up the fact that one station is blatantly copying another.

Song for song. 

So when you’re listening to the top 40 songs of the week, you can almost call the order. You’re that familiar with it.

Where am I irked? Well being in the car all by yourself, and after exhausting your musical options, you can get pretty bored. The leg I drove today (from New Orleans to Orlando) had a highlight in it. The changing of time zones from Central to Eastern.

So the clock should jump up an hour when you cross the line, right?

WRONG!

When you’re going stir crazy, or car crazy, whatever you want to call it, you can occupy yourself with the little things; they can make you happy. Really happy.

Like I got so much joy from crossing state lines it’s not even funny. Also, I play another game called How Long Can I Continue To Drive After The Low Fuel Light Comes Before I Actually Run Out Of Gas. And one I like even better (that’s not as stressful) is trying to get the best gas mileage.

So when my GPS shows that I’m about to cross into Eastern Standard Time, my world lights up like the night sky of the 4^th of July. I hurriedly grab my phone and touch a button to get it to light up as I drive across the line. I stare and I stare, glance back at the road, glance at the phone, and do this for like 5 minutes thinking maybe in needs some time to kick in. Or maybe I need to clearly be in one time zone.

I imagine he looked like this:

I continue driving and glancing, now losing hope and feeling rather dejected. 

You know how long this went on for? 

37 minutes.

You know how I know that? Because I crossed the line at 10:18 and kept checking it until I got a text message at 10:45. I looked at it, then went back to the mean screen, and then it was all of a sudden 11:45. I was so mad. I was deprived at the joy of something different from the mundane that had preceded it. It irked me that I just couldn’t see it change. My cell phone deprived me of this pleasure.


Oh I definitely lied. Like this:

Again, I know I signed up for hours in a car, and it’s my fault for getting excited about watching the time change, but I don’t understand why the phone doesn’t change itself and needs to be prompted by a text message!

Add some timely sass to your class,

Eric


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