I'm torn. After my most recent car debacle, sitting on the side of the road in Nowhere, N.H., I vowed to get a cell phone. I'm a woman, I drive alone a lot, and I should have a way to call for help should I be stranded in the dark, just waiting for an axe murderer (or, as my mother always warned when I was younger, lying in a ditch somewhere. What is it with mothers and ditches?).
But I don't want a cell phone. I don't like them. I'm not that girl. Even the cheapest plan with the free phone is still money I resent spending. But I also don't want to restrict myself because I don't feel safe. What's a girl to do?
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