All of the exciting features and applications found on phones have turned our mobile devices into another limb we all unconsciously use and look at when we’re bored. So, when my cell phone stopped charging, it messed up my routine.
Thursday night I found myself checking my phone while it was charging, and it hadn’t moved from five percent in 10 minutes, which is when I knew something was up. The first thing I resorted to was trying out my phone in different positions with the charger wire to see if it would start charging. On good days it will, but this day it didn’t.
I had bought this charger from CVS only two months ago, so I thought my phone was the culprit. Looking back, I should have known it was the charger. “Manufacturers these days just want our money,” I always say.
There are many things you could miss when your phone doesn’t work, such as all of your applications, but there was only one thing I really worried about — my parents. I worried that they were attempting to contact me and were getting nervous about where I was and what I was doing. I literally talk to both of them every day — my mom via texting or email, and my dad via phone call since his texts are indecipherable. So even though in my gut I knew they probably weren’t all too concerned about not having heard from me in two days, in my mind, I hoped they were at least feeling some type of way.
Then Saturday rolled around, and at this point, I’m like, “I have to let them know I’m alive.” I called them both three times from a friend’s phone and no answer. Now I was the one getting nervous. I refrained from freaking out because maybe they were at the movies or asleep. I tried calling them later and still no answer. At that point, I was not feeling any love, even though I knew they don’t like picking up numbers they don’t recognize. The least they could have done was listen to my voicemails, which were pretty dramatic.
It wasn’t until later that night that I finally got in contact with my dad, and he had the audacity to giggle, say that it was good that I was alive, and that he’d talk to me later because he was in the movies. My life. I proceeded to go out to dinner with my friends who were all glued to their phones.
The following night, someway and somehow, I got my hands on a new charger, and my phone turned on. All I saw was a list of messages from my dad that said, “What are you doing busy bee?” I felt loved again.
