A few months ago, I was hanging out with an older friend of mine and her eight-year old son.

“Do you have an iPhone, Jess?” my friend asked, as she checked hers during a lull in our conversation.

I said that I just had a basic Verizon phone. Her son looked up from his homework.

“Do you have a Droid?” he asked.

Oh, lord. This child thought a Droid constituted an old phone. No, I didn’t have a Droid.

“My friend has an old phone,” he said. “It has a keyboard that slides out for texting.”

My phone didn’t have that either. I’m assuming his friend is also around eight years of age.

*

On my first day at my current job, my manager took me on a whirlwind tour. I was starting to feel like a show pony, being introduced to all these people I wouldn’t remember (nor would most of them remember me). Then we went downstairs so she could pick up her daily New York Times.

“I know I can get the New York Times on my iPad, but it’s just not the same,” she said. “Do you have an iPad or an iPhone?”

She has both.

“I have an iPod?” I offered. “I haven’t gotten there yet.”

“Well, we all go at our own pace,” she said.

*

I went to an office happy hour, and once again, during a lull in the conversation, half the people whipped out iPhones.

*

It was going to happen eventually, I guess.

Goodbye, old phone. You are slim and sleek and have a funky gold plate back cover that always got compliments, but there’s a new kid in town.

Forgive me.

I’m also not sure how this changes my relationship with my not-all-that-old iPod touch. I think we might just be gym buddies. Or long distance travel buddies, to conserve my phone battery.

This also flies against my very recent decision that I want to take a trip in the coming months and need to save money, but I think I can manage both. More on the possible trip later.

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