So, my cell phone has been falling apart for months now....literally. Tonight it lost another piece and has decided it will work when it damn well wants to otherwise it ignores me and my calls. Decided it was time to replace the phone or learn how to communicate through smoke signals. Went to the store, looked for the prettiest one with the best deal and said, "Gimme." We brought the phone home. I turned it on and that's pretty much as far as I was able to get with it.
As soon as the customer service woman came on and started asking technical questions.......I panicked and practically threw the phone at my husband, who may have laughed at me until he encountered more problems with activating the phone. Then the man, who works with computers for a living I might add, held the phone out to me and asked if I wanted to handle it.
Now that was just sad........
With a pitying look I wished him all the luck in the world and grabbed myself a tall glass of cold root beer, hey I earned it, and played a few words in an online Scrabble game while he's pacing the house and cursing the new phone. Every now and then he throws me a glare, but I'm actually fine with that as long as I don't have to activate that phone all is good in my world.
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