After Nationals, there was no doubt in my mind that I needed a phone that would direct me (vocally) to drive through the airport three times to locate a restaurant. My Verizon “2-years with the Palm Centro” was up so, after much angst, I ordered an iPhone. It arrived yesterday and I charged it overnight. So, today I will take it to the office and synchronize it with my computer to pick up my contacts and calendar from Outlook. That is really the main reason I need a SmartPhone. THEN I’ll look at all the other fun things it can do. I ordered a copy of The iPhone 4: The Missing Manual which I intend to commit to memory — or carry wherever I go. I really must download the Maps App.
Why do I need the Maps App? When we were in Houston, Cheryl and Susan decided they needed some TexMex for dinner. We asked at the front desk for a recommendation. They said Papacitos and told us there were several nearby. We climbed into the rented car, Cheryl turned on her SmartPhone and asked it to find Papacitos. It told us to turn right from the Sheraton. I dutifully followed the instructions emanating from the back seat. It told us to drive 1.something miles. I realized we were entering Bush Intercontinental Airport. “Hey, guys, we are going into the airport.” Answer: “That’s what it says to do.” Alrighty then. So we drive, we make a left curve toward the international terminal — all I see are airport terminals. SmartPhone says “Destination is on your right.” I see NOTHING that resembles a restaurant, I am driving. SmartPhone says, “Recalculating [you idiot].” It took us three passes on the same route to realize that in THAT terminal building was a Papacitos. By the third pass, we were laughing so hard that we couldn’t even talk.
Reset SmartPhone to second closest Papacitos. We drove away from the airport — I felt as if I had spent part of my life on the MTA. “Will he ever return, no, he’ll never return . . .” We eventually found Papacitos, but the line was out the door and into the parking lot — and it was a week night. That’s when I realized that people in Houston do not have stoves in their homes because the weather is too hot and muggy. They eat out every night. We ended up at a Chili’s, had a very nice dinner, complete with a good looking young server. By then we knew our way back to the hotel. We made a wine run through Walmart — oh, and I bought some new jammies because mine had disappeared.
That is the long version of why I need this iPhone.