Phoning it In

By Jim Hagarty

I wanted to buy an iPhone on the Internet.

My phone company offered me a “refurbished” iPhone 5s, 16 gigabytes, for $550 on a two-year contract. I thought I could do better.

So, I spent a few days at my favourite on-line marketplace, kijiji, haggling with the anonymous sellers of iPhones. Prices ranged from various old phones – $50, “just for parts” – to brand new iPhone 6’s at $1,000. A bit discouraging.

But I found some iPhone 5s I liked the look of. Sizes ranged from 16 gb, to 32 gb to 64 gb. I had been told by an iPhone user that bigger would be better as the operating system and the apps eat up a lot of hard drive.

I found one phone that looked perfect: 5s, 64 gb. It was selling for $400. Too much. Would the seller take less? No answer. No answer.

Finally, “I’ll let you have it for $250,” came an email. I accepted.

I met the seller in a movie theatre lobby and bought it. It’s in perfect condition. She rarely used it.

I checked her kijiji entry again to see when she had listed it. Jan. 20. That was my birthday. My family had asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Now I can call them up and tell them. Or text them. Or get Siri to do it.

As the woman handed me her old phone, I told her of the birthday connection and said, “This was meant to be.”

She smiled. “Happy Birthday.”

Funny how that works.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.