In the wake of Apple's iPhone battery scandal, I scheduled an appointment to get my discounted battery. On the day of my appointment, I arrived at the Apple Store with half of Louisville it seemed and everyone was seeking a new battery. After the technician ran diagnostics, which indicated that my battery was indeed bad, I surrendered my phone to him and was told that it would be ready in two hours.
Not wanting to drive the 13 miles to my house, only to have to drive the 13 miles back to the mall in rush hour traffic, and then drive back to my house again, I decided to kill some time while my battery was being replaced.
Kill some time. Without a phone.
As much as I hate to admit, that was easier said than done. Those two hours without my phone were two of the strangest hours I've had in a long time. The strangeness began immediately after I left the Apple Store and reached for my phone to check the time (so I'd know what time to return), only to realize that I was sans phone and had no timepiece because I had given up wearing a watch a couple years ago.
Deciding to make the most of that mall visit, I then made a few returns. Realizing that I needed to text my husband to let him know that I'd be late, I unzipped my purse to get my phone only to come up empty handed. That's when it hit me that I had no phone and therefore no way to contact him.
I thought, "No sweat... I'll just find a pay phone and call him."
Bahahahahahahaha! A PAY PHONE! What in the world is that?
After looking in all the places where pay phones used to be located in malls, I discovered not a single pay phone. None. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Pay phones really have gone the way of the do-do bird.
For the next half hour or so, I loafed around that mall, something I don't do often because I don't like shopping. Back in the day, I would've killed time in the bookstore, but Waldenbooks had disappeared from that mall several years ago. Given that I had no way to listen to my audiobook, no way of checking email, no access to Words with Friends or Dice with Buddies, my entertainment options were limited. I seriously felt like I had been thrown back into the technology dark ages of the early 2000s.
About halfway into my two hour wait, after I exhausted things to do there, I drove to another nearby shopping center. Within a block of my destination, traffic came to a complete stop as a gaggle of Canada geese began crossing the street at an intersection. Noticing that they were actually crossing in a crosswalk, I reached for my phone to take a picture. I had no phone, therefore I had no camera. What a great picture that would've made!
After exhausting all my window shopping options, or at least the ones I was willing to endure, and gave up and headed back to the Apple Store. There I waited on one of the sofas in the concourse with several old men who were waiting on their wives. Thankfully, as my pickup time drew near, one was ever so kind enough to tell me what time it was.
I cannot tell you how glad I was to get my phone back. But, on the other hand, I cannot express how weird those two hours were and how cut off and impaired I felt. I was a smart phone holdout for several years. I was perfectly content to wear a watch, have a separate camera, to have all my music on an iPod, to use an actual alarm clock, and to have a basic cell phone that allowed me to call and text. Little did I know when I bought my first smartphone, that I would become so dependent on it. I'm not sure how I feel about this either.
Have you ever been in a similar situation where you were without your smartphone for period of time? How did it affect you, if at all?