By servicing, I don't mean it was broken. I mean charging, paying a monthly premium for bandwidth, enduring dropped calls and poor reception, checking it like some kind of animal expecting a treat or an addict hoping to find a leftover hit in his pocket, getting phantom vibrations on my leg when it wasn't ringing, missing vibrations when it was, and then finally, noticing that I was getting angry when people called me out of the blue without scheduling an appointment.
That wasn't my first relationship to phones. Before the internet, when the phone rang, I'd run to answer it and be excited to hear who it might be. It was communication from the outside world! They changed. I fell out of love.