The Argument for Carrying Your Kindle Everywhere
Last Friday, I accidentally left my cell phone at home. It was in my sweatshirt pocket, sitting on the floor of my living room. As soon as I realized the cell phone was at home, I regretted not bringing my Kindle with me that day. I had only left it at home because I was trying to get through Lisey’s Story by Stephen King, which I finally started reading in hardcover despite the enormous size of the book.
As I sat at the train station, I kept thinking I would email my husband as soon as I got to work and let him know that I would be unreachable by cell, and to please not wash my sweatshirt. I had a sinking feeling that he, having taken the day off work for his birthday, would be doing laundry. I was kicking myself for not having the Kindle - I knew I could have emailed him from the Kindle and he would have gotten the email on his BlackBerry before he even got home.
Alas, I didn’t have my Kindle. By time I got to work and emailed my husband about the cell phone, the response I received was - “Your sweatshirt and cell phone were in the washer. 
It’s now drying out on the bathroom counter, but it won’t turn on. We’ll buy you a new one tomorrow. I’m so sorry!”
To make the need for my Kindle even more evident, my train home in the evening was stuck behind a broken down train. Since I had no cell phone, I couldn’t call my husband to let him know. Had I been carrying my Kindle, I could have emailed him, and once again, my BlackBerry toting husband would have known not to bother leaving the house for at least another 45 minutes or so. Instead, he was stuck waiting at the train station for over an hour, worried about why so many trains had gone by but I hadn’t gotten off any of them.
Needless to say, I will not be leaving my Kindle at home anymore.
