i wanted an iphone x, all i got was this lemon 🍋

i headed out to the streets today, doing the thing, avoiding the eye contact, covering my sense organs with a scarf...with the purpose of getting an indian cell phone. i found the little shop and was told that i would need a passport photo...because why would you ever sell someone a cell phone without first having a hard copy photo of them?  alas, more indian walking, which is much more active and defensive to traffic, pollution, and stares than say, north park walking. kinda cute that when i found the photo shop i had to sit and wait for “some time” as the power was out. but also a bit of a luxury to sit idle for a moment in the day...though i definitely did a fist pump when it came on about three songs later (thanks for keepin’ me company, neko case:)

my phone is hilarious and huge, and i have to hit a button 3 times if i want the letter “c”.  they looked at me like i was a primadonna when i asked for a phone w keyboard, and it was either you can “have a phone” or you can “not have a phone”. it’s called...a lemon. so i guess when life hands you lemons, you just take ‘em.