300 total words. Entry for 2/7 challenge
"I really don't like this thing!" Looking at it I decide I'd hate it if I allowed myself to hate, as a Taoist I don't. I've never liked phones, they were invented for everyone else's convenance, not mine.
My first remembered telephone was at six on Grande Island, New York in nineteen forty-eight. It was a party line with a crank on the side and it fascinated me. It had exposed wires too and about then I learned a magneto made very shocking calls when cranked, one-hundred or more volts.
Since then I've gone through dozens of telephone models and disliked all, but hated some: the hard-wired ones I couldn't shut off in particular. The biggest fight I ever had with my mother was when I told her that sometimes I didn't answer it. This is not a good thing to tell mom.
Somewhere in the sixties karma smiled on me and they came out with plug in phones, a great help: all I had to do was unplug it. Next was cell phones and I fought them for years while designing them, I'm a computer engineer. My grown children finally made me carry one after their mother died. But the batteries came out and I could still hide, only popping up when "I" wanted too.
My new love gave me an iPhone because she loves me and likes to call and gab, uhh, talk, we're both in our seventies. But, I can't shut it off. I disable location, but I'm still findable. I'm a very private person, but I am a computer design engineer and designed the telephone company computers. The telephone company stores more data about me than I like.
I'm to old to be between "This Rock And A Strong Woman."