I’m not a violent girl, but at the end of the day, I want to take a hammer to my Verizon cell phone.
As a senior, I live at the beach, where getting a single bar of service is like winning a small lottery. I get excited when I have a conversation that only disconnects twice.
Did you know that after the tsunami, there were people in Indonesia who had cell phone service? They didn’t even have electricity!
But I often have to roam aimlessly around Lantern Point, hoping for a little good luck.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but the town of Fairfield hasn’t been through any natural disasters lately. Why can’t cell phone companies get it right?
The United States is behind. Europe and Asia really have it going on.
Nepal recently announced that the country is fixing up remote areas with cell phone service via satellite link. The effort is part of the country’s plan to connect rural districts, which have rugged terrain and insurgency problems.
Yeah, those sand dunes have really been a problem at Fairfield beach, haven’t they? They’re getting huge! And gosh, all those Fairfield town residents trying to overthrow the first selectman have really been out of control lately, haven’t they?
I wish the United States would hook me up.
Cell phone service has been an ongoing problem for me during my four years at Fairfield. I lived in Jogues during my freshman year and had to stand out in the quad simply to make a phone call home.
“I have to go, Dad! I can’t feel my fingers anymore!” I’d yell.
When I was a sophomore, I was fed up with never having cell phone service, and I switched to T-Mobile. It worked well for a little while, but I felt defeated when Verizon came and put a tower on top of Canisius.
A little warning next time, please.
I moved to the townhouses my junior year, and I discovered that my T-Mobile phone was defunct, so I paid $100 and got my Verizon phone back. But senior year, I moved to the beach, and now that Verizon cell phone is worthless.
I’ve called Verizon over and over. They tell me the same thing every time: “Hit Star-eight-six.” When it doesn’t work, they say, “I’m sorry, no one gets cell phone service at the beach.”
Last semester, I was trying to give former Mirror sports editor, Bryan Mahoney ’05, plans for the upcoming weekend. Several editors from recent years were returning to Fairfield for a get-together.
The conversation went like this:
“KEL?”
“BRYAN?”
“WHAT?”
“ARE YOU BUSY NEXT WEEK?”
“THE BAR YOU’RE USED TO HAS FREAKS?”
You have to laugh at that. Even though I’ve been pretty frustrated with cell phones while at Fairfield, one thing’s for sure: they make for hilarious and memorable conversations.
Another good thing about it is that sometimes it’s a little break from the world, which is so focused on speedy communication and technology.
It’s like Billy Joel says, “Slow down, you crazy child. Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while.”
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