I refuse to be Smartphowned! For now

by Ken Carpenter

Today’s tale is not as long-winded as some of my other ones. It is from 2007 and tells about how I sold my soul to the devil and started packing a cell phone. It was quite the life-changing event, and I suppose it was inevitable.
I still pack a common flip phone, lacking the nerve to go Smartphone. I’m sure that in no time I would be Smartphowned like so many others, setting records for butt-dialing and walking into doorjambs with regularity.
Yes, my thirst for trivia and the ridiculous would have me cackling maniacally at funerals and trying to drive with one eye and read with the other. No thanks, I get in enough trouble as it is.
Happy celling.