My last cell phone came in a bag. Stayed in the car . And had a spiral cord connecting receiver to talk/earpiece. When I needed to contact someone I rang Myrtle in Mt. Pilot and she connected me on through. It weighed app. 18 lbs. But I am glad to say that phone is now an artificial reef and I have made the transition to a Droid Charge (Satan) as seemlessly as peace talk in the Middle East. I am certain that I will soon be able to place and receive calls on my new phone as now it serves only as a GPS tracker for my wife. Sure it apparently does alot of useful exciting functions which will streamline my workday and give me more free time to... well carry my ass straight home lest I unleash the fury of a womens scorn. "Got unavoidably detained at work honey pie, sorry I am late", nearly got the eyeballs scratched out of my skull. So my days of drinkin a few and carryin on with the fellas have gone the way of the bag phone. But I still cling to the hope that one day there will be an app that will regain my freedom. Hope is all I have since my briefcase phone left me.