“Don’t buy a Samsung phone,” my friend cautioned us over lunch one day. “My husband dropped his, and its screen got shattered.”
“Did he drop it from a high place?” I wondered.
“No, he was just standing and it slipped from his grasp.”
“Eeps! A Samsung is definitely not for me, then!” I gasped. “I’m so clumsy that I’ve dropped my iphone a few times, but it’s never been broken, despite its flimsy casing.” I showed them my pretty yet super non-protective case.
“But remember when cell phones used to be practically indestructible?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” they nodded. “Nokia!”
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“I used to sleep on the top bunk of a double bunk bed,” I shared. “One morning I woke up very late because I didn’t hear my alarm. Turns out my phone had slid off my bed and fallen to the floor, and it got dismantled. But after I gathered all its pieces back together, it was good as new.”
But that’s not even my most amazing Nokia story.
Back in college, I got heartbroken and decided to go drinking, for the first time in my life, with a few girl friends. We bought a bottle of Lambanog, which is a bubblegum-flavored hard liquor. It was so hard that after I downed two glasses, I couldn’t stand up without falling over. My vision was literally spinning.
In my drunken state, I took out my Nokia 3210 cellphone and drunk-dialled my ex.
You know what happened after that. Nothing good.
I said some things I’m not proud of. Actually, what I said was so embarrassing, probably, that my mind has gone and wiped it from my memory to protect me from dying from humiliation. It’s a self-preservation thing, you see. Good job, brain!
But anyway, after whatever it was that I said, my ex hung up on me. My reaction to that was to wail, “WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME????” Then I hurled my cellphone across the room, where it shattered… a jar. But the phone? It lay intact. Good as new. Not even a scratch.
So, yes. I do remember a time when cellphones were practically invincible. How about you? Do you have any Nokia stories to share?