They don't if you're constantly taking them off to put stuff inside them between the phone and the black.
She refuses to carry a purse or even a wallet and just shoves her ID and her teen-limited cashapp card in. And sometimes even spare cash if she has any.
The big issue is that your network provider is also the physical provider, and there's no real competition as a result.
When most people got their Internet service over telephone lines, your ISP didn't need to also own the telephone lines, they just needed some telephone numbers.
When the telcos themselves got into the business of providing internet access, they pushed out the competition.
The 1996 Telecommunications Act, written by a Republican Congress, and signed into law by a Democratic president (Clinton) is largely responsible for the current state of affairs.
The "Information Superhighway" is a toll road, built by taxes, but owned by private corporations.
What's crazy is that the government paid these corporations to build this infrastructure.
When your government pays, say, a road building company to build roads, one doesn't then grant the ownership of those roads to that company.
But that is EXACTLY what we did with our communications infrastructure.
What was worse for me? I began suffering from a kidney stone when I was parked at a New Jersey turnpike rest area/service area.
In a semi truck.
Almost 1000 miles from home or anyone I know
With my dog in the truck.
Obligatory pic. Gina, the dog in the story, is no longer with us, but she is the golden/husky mix, while Zeus, the bigger black and white mutt still is.
A dog that had horrible separation anxiety and would chew her way out of said truck if I left her in it with the climate controls on, for more than a few minutes.
I wound up calling 911, since obviously I'm not getting a semi truck into a hospital parking lot, and explaining the situation to the dispatcher. By the time the ambulance got to me, I was doubled over, dry heaving in the parking lot, with my dog freaking out thinking I'm about to die.
In her defense, by then, so did I. I still didn't know it was a kidney stone, and my mind was going immediately to "burst appendix", and me dying a thousand miles from home, in the middle of the night, leaving a wife and a daughter behind....
Ambulance crew loaded up me AND my dog, and one of the EMTs called the hospital, and got that handled.
The hospital security team babysat her, while the nurses and doctors fussed over me.
When it was time to get back to the truck, I tried to call a cab. None would take me back because of the dog. She wasn't a big dog, but not a lapdog either.
Needless to say when the head ER nurse found out, she flipped her shit in perfect, foul-mouthed, Jersey attitude, and this southern boy loved her for it.
She said "I'll take you myself if this guy doesn't, and if he doesn't, his fuckin whole company will be banned from this whole muthafuckin hospital!"
As an aside, that's when it clicked that New Englanders ain't rude or unfriendly. They just express love differently. 😂
Damn. I rambled like hell, but. It all needed to be said anyway
Did... You just call my teenager a bitch?
I mean, I do that, too at times, but still......