Years ago, we had a phone. It had been a good phone. It had actually gone through the washing machine (accidentally) once. And yet, it lived, worked, and was good to us for many years. Then it died.
I used a cheap corded phone while I decided what to do next.
My sister had just bought a new phone for her house, so she mailed me her old one. Now, the reason she bought a new phone was because the old one was very unreliable. She was quite annoyed with it.
Now, I was in possession of the annoying phone. It did give us trouble, but most of the time it worked. Then, as time passed, it got more and more unreliable. It didn't ring. It wouldn't give us a dial tone. It was not a good phone. But, I was too cheap to buy a new one and of course, I didn't want to offend my sister, who had so graciously given me the phone. (In retrospect, she probably sent me that phone to pay me back for trying to sell her when she was a baby.)
The phone got worse and worse. I called it the stupid phone. I would see someone out and about in town and frequently heard, "I tried to call you, but your phone did something strange." and I would say, "Yes, it is a stupid phone."
Still, I was too cheap to go out and buy a new one.
Well, this last week, it wasn't working at all. We couldn't make calls out and we weren't getting calls in. I yanked it from the wall and tossed it out. I plugged in a cheap corded phone again. My new cheap phone is a white, slim-line phone with no connections to oriental food what-so-ever. (That's for you, sis)
Today, I admitted to my sister that I had gotten rid of the stupid phone. Do you know what she said to me? "It's about time!"
Well, (snobby turned up nose) see if I accept a used phone from her again.