Tim is low tech. I'm not exactly high tech, but he's worse than me, I think. He has a flip phone because he wants a flip phone. He likes a phone he can tuck in his pants pocket. He got his first phone from my son when Dylan upgraded his phone after high school. Tim carried that thing for quite a few years until it finally died. He replaced it with another flip phone and he's had that one for years.
I got a smart phone a few years back, just a cheap android, Straight Talk, meaning I buy a card every month. Tim likes the smart phone, because he likes to have access to the internet when we are at camp. So a couple of Christmases back, I bought him a smart phone. It has remained in a file cabinet for the past year and a half.
Alas. Tim's flip phone no longer holds a charge. He can charge it, but as soon as it is unplugged, it loses power immediately. He complained. I said, "For heaven's sake, Tim. You've got another phone..."
Stubbornly, he held out for another week, always getting mad as heck when his phone died in the middle of a conversation. "I want our landline back!" he yelped.
I said, "You know what? If you want the landline back, you call them. You deal with customer service, because really, I've spent way too much time on the phone with them already. You made the decision to drop television and telphone. You want it back, YOU call them. YOU deal with customer service."
So, he got out his 'new' two year old cell phone. Unfortunately, I spent a hour on the phone with customer service getting that straighted out, so it's hard to tell who is the winner here.
Today, Tim was at the retirement property.
I stayed home. I had a to-do list of things that we needed to get done. A letter with a deadline to be assembled and mailed. I was waiting on an important call from our lawyer. I had some errands to run. I kept busy today.
This afternoon, Tim messaged me to make sure I had been able to get some of the most time sensitive things knocked out. He was quite impressed that it all got done. He mentioned that my brother in law had come over to see what he needed. Dave said that Tim had called. Tim said, "It was the strangest thing. I didn't call him."
I figured that he had butt-dialed him somehow on his new phone, but he said, "I haven't even entered Dave's phone number into my contacts yet."
My sister messaged me later in the night asking for Tim's new number. I gave it to her. She said, "Dave got a call from Tim. It was from his old number, though."
I said, "That's sitting right here on the table. He leaves it plugged in, just to check for messages until he's certain that everyone has his new number, but he's not carrying it, beccause it can't be unplugged or it won't work.
She said, "It came in at 1:40."
I mentioned that I wasn't even home at that time, as I went in to the table where it is sitting plugged in. Sure enough. The call log showed a call going to Dave at 1:40.
The phone was all by itself on the table. No one was here to use it. How on earth...?