oh, Sanyo! Ciao Ciao - Page 2

So there I was. No phone. NO camera, and none of my friend’s numbers before me for they were all inside your little body with the broken screen and therefore irretrievable forever. I had never written them down anywhere else and I realized after you had died that I will have to write to everyone I know to get their contact information.

I admit, as much as I loved you, I knew that life would have to go on and that I would have to try, somehow, to replace you. I went to the Sprint Web site, because you see, I could not wait til the next day to go to a shop. I had been to shops before and all too often, they had ran out of merchandise that I wanted, especially camera phones like you – so sleek and desirable. So silver with the blue backlight. What could be sexier? Only the razor phone came close, but in that price range, who does he think he is? Come on. Even Richard Gere would be less for a night if he charged. No. No razor phone for me, as much as I admired its sleek lines, I also know an overpriced item when I see one.

I would stick with my little Sanyo camera phones from Sprint. I sought another out, but none were like you. Oh, they had newer models, I should tell you. And I am sorry to say, there was one that was even sleeker than you. OR so it seemed from the picture and I clicked on it and read about its functions. I even watched the flash demo about what it could do and it could do everything you could it said, but more! Imagine, you had only died a few hours ago and here I was trying to replace you and I have to say, I clicked “Add to Basket” and I never looked back.

Yes, I looked at several varieties of phone, and this one looked most like you, so in this way, little Sanyo, you will be remembered. This new phone, though he has not arrived yet, will be like your cousin visiting from a foreign country and I promise to treat him as well as I would any company. I promise as well, to as usual, ignore regular human company in favor of my technological gadgets because you have been there for me through thick and thin and while I love my friends dearly, they are often late and they forget things or are not always available right away. You on the other hand are always ready when I am. We were never apart and you never let me down, even when I lived in my little apartment right on the ocean front, you had at least three bars or more and I could make a clear call to my attorney or my office without problem of reception. Why, you even worked on planes. None of my friends traveled as well as you did, for they were often moody and non-receptive. Not you. Always you were receptive and always, you made an effort. I’ll never forget your little “Searching for service” message which never lasted too long because you always found a way to get me hooked up.

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