in which my Luddite side feels validated

I have had it up to the eyebrows with technology. Somebody just sent my cell phone a picture of somebody (female) in their underwear, and followed that with a picture of somebody (male)'s backside. Of all the places to get spam, my phone is not one I'm willing to put up with.

That tears it. This weekend I am going to the Sprint store and make a nuisance of myself until they turn the internet option on my phone off. I meant to do that last weekend, but I forgot. All I want is a phone that makes phone calls, which apparently you can't get any more.