Originally Posted by Delight
Yeah, that's what I mean. Have we, as a society, become emergency phobic? What would I do if I broke down on the road with no cell phone? I guess I would wait until someone stopped.
That's why I got a cell phone about 8 years ago.
I was driving along and my car broke down on a California freeway. I was at a part of the freeway that was in what is shaped like a canyon, with no shoulder and at the very edge of the road, the ground goes very steeply up, up, up, to the neighborhood above. Just in front of me, perhaps a couple hundred yard, was a bridge with a street going over the freeway.
First of all, the traffic was extremely heavy and I barely got off the lane at all. I had to drive my little VW Cabriolet with its last coughing breaths (well, until it got fixed) up a sharp curb then there was no room for me to open my door so I crawled across and got out the passenger door. There was no where for me to stand except on the slippery slope. It had rained earlier and everything was slippery and muddy and dangerous. There was no foothold so it took me over an hour to make it those 200 yards to the bridge then up through scratchy foliage, falling the entire way and being terrified that I was going to slip down into the extremely busy 4 lanes each way traffic.
Wait until someone stops, you say? Well, in the time I walked, 3 different men slowed down to get me to hop in and I had HUGE alarms going off in my head for each one. For each one, the traffic came screeching to a halt behind them and they waved me over, come here, come here, come here, ignoring the traffic and I tell you, I swore I would have died or been raped or something if I had gotten in any of those cars. And I definitely wasn't a scared little girl at the time and was very trusting of people in general, so I truly think my intuition was telling me something true.
Regardless, I finally got up the hill, scraped, scratched, muddy and with my heart pounding to find myself in a VERY BAD neighborhood. Oh s*%*, I said. I did find a convenience store half a block away (I could see it) but I guess the neighborhood was so bad that there was not actually a door to go in, just cages and bullet-proof glass that you could order stuff through. I was so incredibly relieved when my DP (my now DH) got there to pick me up.
I immediately got a cell phone and I simply won't live without one now.
I totally understand all the anti-cell phone sentiments but yup, I am ingrained with a sense of emergency fear now, sad to say.