Money For Old Cell Phones
Imagine being in therapy, sitting across from your therapist — whom you trust with your most intimate reflections — and while you are talking, she takes out her cell phone and glances quickly at the message that tickled her pocket. She abruptly apologizes, “Oh, sorry, just have to let this person know I won’t be able to be somewhere. I’ll just take a second.” So she proceeds to text. You sit there and wait. For her undivided attention. Which you are entitled to. Which you are paying for. A few seconds later, she puts her phone on the table in front of her “just in case” there is any potential confusion with the party at the other end of the texting discourse.