My old iPhone headphones gave up the ghost this week. Or, at least, one side of the headphones did. First the sound out of the right earbud became intermittent and filled with static, and then it stopped producing any sound whatsoever. That’s pretty annoying when you’re trying to listen to music in the morning and you can only hear one part of the total effort. Mozart orchestral works just don’t sound the same with only left ear input.
I attempted the tried-and-true method of repairing a broken, self-contained electronic device: banging it several times on a hard surface in hopes that something on the interior had become dislodged somehow and would be restored to its former working status with a few hard jolts. (Plus, giving the broken electronic gizmo a few brisk knocks makes me feel better and exacts a kind of revenge against the device for breaking down in the first place.) Unfortunately, that method didn’t work — although it was enjoyable, admittedly — so the only option was to go out and buy new headphones.
Surprisingly, the local cellphone store doesn’t sell earbuds that are connected to your phone by a wire anymore. As a society, we’ve moved beyond that benighted technology! The only options it offers are those little wireless ear fittings that look like shunts for a kid’s ear infection. I’ve got to have my music in the morning, so there really was no choice but to buy them.
I was a bit resistant to it, because I associate those wireless ear buds with consciously hip posers who strut around airports and other public places talking in overly loud tones, and I don’t particularly want to be associated with that ilk. This was an understandable reaction, but an odd one, because the ear bud cord could be a pain, such as when it gets snagged on something like an unexpectedly leaping dog’s paw, and yanks the ear buds out of my ears. At least I won’t have to worry about that any more.
No dog cord snags, in exchange for association with the consciously hip crowd. Life has a way of presenting choices like that.