Maybe he just has a crap phone- it's a Blackberry for security reasons, like the s-i-l's, cause lawyers don't need to be hacked. But still.
And while we're on the topic of vexatious things, there's the rubber gloves I bought to protect my dry hands while washing dishes, which I used once and never will again because dear god the pong of them is impossible to get *off* my hands. Yes, yes, nose still super-sensitive, I don't have Covid-19, but yecch.
For my downstairs reading I took a book off the kitchen bookcase, Idoru, something I bought in 2009 at a library book sale in the subway, along with Cloud Atlas. The Mitchell I read that year but this one I put off because I assumed it would be techy and cyberpunk and unreadable. Well, hardly. I finished it in a day and a half, and am left with a feeling of What the hell was *that*? Pleasant but- really, what the hell *was* that?
I'd thought the books on sale were donated by a publishing company or bookstore because they were all clean and new, but they must have been very clean donations, since inside Idoru was a leather bookmark from a wetlands preservation society. I have an uncanny ability to lose bookmarks so I hope I can hold on to this one.