Wednesday, January 28, 2009

La Zona Muerta (My Inside Joke)


Yes, I live in a Dead Zone
, which is why I don't use a cell phone. I have a cell phone, which I know how to turn on, but I don't use it with any regularity. Usually the only time I use it is for 911 calls to report a dead animal on the side of the road or to ask my wife if she wants me to pick up sandwiches (that latter comment often spurred on by the former).

As a result, I don't need an expensive plan with all kinds of features (I don't text, forward, ID callers, play games, etc.). As a sometimes technophobe, I just want easy. Anyhow, I have been over-sold a plan in which I have been given 1,000 minutes to use - a thousand minutes, which means I can talk on the cell phone for some 16.6 hours every month (there are a actually bunch of 6's after the decimal point there, but I didn't want to upset any of those folks who get upset when there are more than two sixes together). Over 16 hours! Wow! To me, that's impressive! I mean, to be able to talk "free" for almost three-quarters of an hour every day without extra charge. Last month, a heavy month, I used a grand total of 37 minutes leaving 963 unused minutes. Wouldn't you think that would count for something?

To the point - the company, U.S. Cellular, has a new website called www.yourinsidejoke.com. Here's my inside joke: I don't think I have ever used more that 60 minutes a month out of a thousand, and I too-regularly find myself on the wrong side of some invisible line where I get hit with extra roaming charges! Once is too much, but it seems to happen whenever I travel more than 30 or 40 miles away (rarely); I never seem to be in a place I can actually use the minutes I am paying for. Funny, huh.

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