Here's how I know my wireless phone service provider doesn't love me: I can't subscribe to a service that will automatically text me when I'm in danger of running over my allotted minutes or data. If I received such a message, the temptation would be too great to just bump up my plan and forget about it. I'd be their best customer.
Instead, they act like a credit card company, banking that in the whirl of torrid text exchanges and loquacious interview subjects, I'll forget last month's resolution to check my balance regularly. Then I picture them rubbing hands together gleefully as they rack up the exorbitant fees.
I just opened my bill. For the second month in a row, it's double the usual amount. Last month it was the minutes. This time it was the text messages.
I think a normal person would buy a bigger plan. Me? I thought a long minute about throwing my phone into Boston Harbor. As satisfying as that would be, I need the lousy thing. So I've decided not to use it unless I really need it. All the times I've left the land line idle, too lazy to dial the numbers, or afraid my friends won't pick up if they don't recognize the number - goodbye to all of that.
I used to think I was saving money on the cel, getting my long-distance service for free. I now know that, due to an invention called broadband Internet, the concept of "long distance" is a quaint joke. So, instead of rewarding AT&T for poking me in the eye, I shall attempt to cut my phone use to a trickle.
Just in case I fail, would some alert and trustworthy programmer please develop a Web app that can take my att.com password, crawl my online statement and ping me when I'm on track to run over? Thank you, and godspeed.
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