When Mike and I first got married, we had a rotary phone. In fact, I still have it on my nightstand. I figure if someone sneaks into the room at night and Plan A (chunks of lead traveling at high speed) fails, I could always resort to Plan B - beating the intruder to death with all of its retro avocado green glory. I'm sure it wouldn't be first time "bludgeoned by rotary" was listed on a death certificate.
Since that time, we've moved into the 21st (okay, maybe just the 20th) century and gotten ourselves some cordless phones and even a pair of very basic pay-as-you-go cell phones. Even though I'm much more into techy gadgets than Mike is, I'm also pretty asocial - we never really called anyone but each other, so it worked out.
And then I met an iPhone. When I discovered what this small device could do - it was like a miracle to me. It can take photos and play videos and music and can instantly tell the weather and hold the entire works of Shakespeare and the United States Constitution (etc, etc, etc). Remarkable.
I've wanted one since that day - but the cost was always prohibitive, I figured it was a luxury I didn't really need. But technology advanced, as it always does, and Apple came out with a new improved version.
So I bought an old one. The entire internet, the whole world, in the palm of my hand.