The Replacement

I posted up the obituary for my old phone, and so I figured it was only right to blog about the phone that came next: The Droid 2.

Doesn't that look it should be Droid Squared?

It all started when my brother got home from his mission, and the whole family loaded up for the Verizon store, to help him pick out a phone.  This in itself was a process horrific beyond all belief.  The indecisive and conflicted hive mind that is my family spread out through the store, all offering advice with little experience to back it.  After an incredibly lengthy look around, he (we) settled on the Droid 2.

I expect this thing to talk in a monotone voice and call me Hal. 

The thing is though, is that the phone was a two for one deal.  Buy one, get one free.  That's the kind of savings you can't pass up.  Then the debate began who would get the second one.  I was the first to be proposed, since I had the most ancient of phones in the family, though both sisters quickly chimed in that they were eager to be the recipient.  Long painful story short, we ended up walking out of there with four Droid 2's, one for each sibling. 

I started to use mine and quickly grew frustrated, for I knew not its strengths nor its potential.  Mostly though, I didn't know how to use it.  It gave me insight as to how old people must feel all the time.  For the first day or so, I went as far as to carry my old phone with me for comfort, casting dispersions on the new.

Soon though, I grew to love and understand it.  It's something I don't know how I did without for as long as I did.  And with the new phone comes a new ring tone, and I quickly found the perfect replacement:

A worthy successor to Lipgloss.

Yay for change.