Sorry about your new phone. My husband gifted me one of the new ones (guaranteed to do everything up to and including a whiter, brighter wash) and the stupid thing tried to sabotage me from the very beginning—we had a relationship firmly rooted in mutual rancor. It stubbornly refused to recognize me as its master (mistress? That just sounds wrong.). I got another flip phone and I’m happy as a clam.
A clam-shell phone should suit a clam.
Mine’s starting to disintegrate.