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I scoffed at the woman at the Sprint store when she asked if I wanted her to walk me through my new phone’s basic features.  I shouldn’t have scoffed.

I have officially become old: I couldn’t figure out how to work the infernal gadget (Samsung’s “Rant”) without consulting the instruction manual.

In my defense, not including the main keypad or the magical slide-out QWERTY keyboard, there are 16 buttons.  Which is a lot.

This is the phone:

And this is an image of its owner, captured using the phone then uploaded via included USB cable (fancy!):

“Rant” is an odd choice of name for a piece of technology.  Anyone doing a web search for “samsung rant” or “sprint rant” is probably not going to get a result that Samsung or Sprint would be happy about.

Speaking of which, I’ve come to accept that Sprint is a terrible, evil company, and that they will try to screw me over at every turn.  Therefore it was not a surprise when I logged on to their website this evening and saw that I’d been signed up for a more expensive plan than the one I agreed to in the store.

I tried switching to Verizon at one point, but their signature mob of “Can You Hear Me Now?” fellows was apparently afraid of my basement.