Before we get too far into this nonsense, let me say a couple of things:
- this story is approximately 57.3% true
- all the phone employees we encountered were courteous, professional, and above all else, incredibly patient
- that being said, there is no such thing as a “pleasant” cell phone store experience
Journey of the Magenti
The WLBOTT Elders, some of whom had never owned a “smart” phone nervously entered a T-Mobile store recently.





We huddled like poor immigrants at T.S. Eliot Island, fearful of this unknown place with its strange customs, clothing, music, and rituals. O our tired limbs were
galled, sore-footed, refractory
We waited and waited for our audience with the phone-priestess. We considered it a sacred time,
- The Prolonged Penance of the Phone Petitioners
- The Sacred Standstill of the SIM Supplicants
- The Holy Hiatus of the Humble Handset Hopefuls
- The Sacred Stall of the Service-Plan Seekers
At the end, we were…
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

We were able to trade in a HAM radio, several non-functional beepers, and a telegraph machine to offset the cost of our new phones.



The Sorcery of the Small Screen
When first presented with a demo phone, the Elders were aghast at the sorcery presented to them.

“Behold! A Bewitch’d Box of Boundless Voices!”
“This… this must be Witchcraft of the Wireless Ways!”


“Is… is this how they trap spirits in the modern age?”
Fear Not the Infinite Scroll
Elder Agathina was overcome by the concept of the “infinite scroll”. At one point she had to be revived by a nurturing T-Mobile staff member.



Rites and Rituals of Setup
When we returned to the combination WLBOTT HQ / People of the Perpetual Twine Monastery, we followed the strict order of rites and rituals to welcome our new phones.
The ancient verse echoed in our ears….
this communication quest was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our WLBOTT Headquarters,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their “smart” phones.
1. The Procession of the Glowing Boxes
The Elders return in a slow solemn march, each carrying their new device in its slick cardboard shrine. The boxes are held aloft like ancient relics, still bearing factory seals and the faint odor of corporate hope.
A chant arises:
“May our signal be strong, and our battery not perish in the night.”

2: The Unveiling of the USB-C
A High Elder steps forward holding the sacred cable, known among the Elders only as The Reversible Connector—a new technology rumored to work no matter which way you insert it (in theory).
They recite the ancient proverb:
“Let it be known: no longer shall we flip the plug thrice before it fits.”
Many weep.



3. The Mystery of Electricity
The cable is presented before the Wall of Outlets, a fearsome installation of sockets rumored to hold the very essence of lightning. Elder JimZim approaches cautiously with the offering.
At the moment of insertion, all gasp as a tiny lightning rune icon appears on the screen. Someone whispers:
“Behold… it… charges.”
A goat bleats in approval.




4. The Binding of the SIM
A paperclip is straightened with ritual reverence. The SIM pinhole is located after an unnecessary search. Insertion is made. Connection is established. A carrier signal appears: “T-Mobile LTE // Twine-Based Roaming Enabled”
The crowd murmurs:
“We are recognized by the Network.”




5. The Oath of the Touchscreen
Each Elder must place their thumb upon the sacred rectangle, swearing to:
- Attempt not to pocket-dial Kazakhstan.
- Use their powers only for perogy documentation and cat-based photo essays.
- Never, under any circumstance, tap “Agree All Cookies” without pause.

6. The Scroll Vigil
At twilight, the Elders gather in silence and scroll. And scroll. It is said that the strongest among them looked up again… at 2:47 AM.



7. The First Notification
A soft chime echoes through the hall. A message appears:
“Would you like to enable push notifications?”
There is a silence. Then, softly from the back:
“We… are not ready.”





