When my cellphone goes off, I react the way that most anybody would–keeping in mind, of course, that most everybody was born, lived, and died before cellphones existed at all.
I am FRIGHTENED.
I am CONFUSED.
Oh jeez! What! What is happening?
It’s in my POCKET!! Something angry, buzzing, screaming! Alive!
I scrabble and claw at it until it’s out of my pocket, and it’s EVEN LOUDER and now it’s got the name of a dear friend or beloved family member flashing on its angry face (EERIE!), or a number I don’t even KNOW! The devil himself, perhaps?!
Stop it! Stop it!
I whip it open and put it on my ear.
“Woah!–Did I wake you up?”
My mind clears. My pulse steadies. It’s just a phone.