So yesterday I went and invested in an iPhone. I hope I can keep it dry, because it’s the coolest thing ever, and I’m not even much of a gadget girl and I’m really really not much of a cellphone person.Â There is literally no instruction manual reading required – man I love Apple.Â Â Why do people EVER buy anything else?Â Anyway, I should probably stop throwing water bottles into my purse.
So at the AT&T store, I had my old phone there, naively hoping that someone could take out the old SIM card and save me from having to track down all of my friends’ numbers, but that was just plain silly – of course they were not going to offer any additional aid besides taking my money.
I asked if they could recycle my old drowned phone, and they said no but then yes, they had a program that donates them to soldiers. I said that’s great, but I don’t think a soldier is going to want an old drowned phone that doesn’t work, what I meant was do they recycle cellphones for the environment, and they manager said with authority and a tone that implied “what a silly crunchy hippie cracker-ass-cracker you are,” “No, we do not recycle for the environment.” For shame.Â Random places all over the place like the spa where I get massages has a cell phone recycle box, I mean, how hard can it be for a cell phone store to provide that for people. Shame AT&T, shame!
Photo is from a website that is actually called zackmorrisphone.com.Â These crazy kids today!
Hi, I'm Becky. I live in Atlanta. Besides acting as the Editorial Director here on Hatch, you can find me talking design over at Houzz. Make me happy — leave a comment!