Funny you should ask. You’ve just hit on one of my pet peeves. Don’t bother reading this, it’s just a therapeutic rant.
I’m not into cell phones at all. They are like electronic dog leashes. People can reach you anywhere no matter what you are doing and they get pissed if you do the sane thing and turn it off. Ridiculous age we live in.
But I am into the internet. I had a Razr like @bstubro from about 2005 to 2012 and it slipped overboard. I replaced it a year later with a 3G. I liked being able to access the net if necessary. The salt got to it after a year of sailing. I replaced that with another 4G. The salt got to it after a year of sailing. I got another and it weathered the salt from 2014 until a couple of months ago when I came to live ashore and needed an internet connection. I found an outfit that offered “unlimited” internet (bullshit) access for $60 per month, no contract, that would allow my phone to be a mobile hotspot out way here. The alternative would be to buy into the whole TV package/hardline/home wifi thing on a two-year contract.
So, when I went in to get my old 4G activated on this new plan, the guy told me they don’t activate that particular phone anymore and gave me another, albeit better 4G free for going with them. No contract, just 60 per month, free new phone with trade-in. Not bad. But it is hardly “unlimited”. It’s fucking 10GB per month which, when I get busy, I can eat up in a couple of hours, which is how I found out what their definition of “unlimited” internet is.
I remind them constantly that they lied to me and as soon as I find an outfit that will give me 10GB and 1 byte for the same price, or 10GB for $59.99, I’m out. Sadly, it’s the best deal on the island, but they lied—unnecessarily, because I wouldn’t have had any choice but to go with them anyway. But I won’t let go of it. I rarely get blind sided, it’s insulting, and it pisses me off.
I’m sure the guy at the store hates my guts. I’m a real pain in the ass to him. I won’t let liars draw on my account, so I go in and pay at the store on the same day every month and he has to ask if I’d like the convenience of letting them draw on my account and my answer always is “No, I would be crazy to let liars have access to my accounts —Hell, you’d have to be crazy to let liars access your accounts.” And then I remind him what the rest of the world’s definition of “unlimited” is. The 16th of the month is not a good day for him. I want him to always remember that he works for liars.
And that’s my phone rant, goddammit.