Bad call

"I can tell by your phone that you are a simple man." WTF? Wendy and I went to the cell-phone shop to consolidate our plans, get her parents with the program, and pick up some new gear out of it. I didn't ask to get my palm read.
To be fair, the guy who helped us seemed like an okay guy, and we worked it out so that we received fancy new phones for free. My fresh Nokia is so deluxe that I can't even download Tetris on it! But who cares. Next time I'm walking around the supermarket blabbing on my phone, it will be clear to my fellow shoppers that I am no simpleton.