The endless saga of my Cell phone
The other day the antennae on my cell snapped right off in my hand.
“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”
‘What? Hello? Are you there?”
“I’m here, I’m here!”
“I can’t hear you at all.”
I am phoneless. Again. I went to the store today to get a new phone, but the one I wanted was too expensive UNLESS Customer Service mailed it to me in 2 to 3 business days, in which case I could save 50 bucks. Why? Why why why? Does that make any kind of sense to you? I mean, there it was, right in the store, I could have just gotten it then. Instead they have to put it in a wrapper and put postage on it and mail it out to SAVE MONEY. Weird.
Besides that, my phone had gotten a bad habit of turning itself off at random moments.
My new phone is really cute, it’s a flippy one too, I like those better than non flippies.
Oh yeah, so I get home and call the toll free number to order it AND THEIR OFFICES ARE CLOSED! Yet their store downtown was open? Ugh, I hate Fido sometimes.
So basically, if you call me before wednesday, I will be able to hear you perfectly, but you will only hear fragments of me. It is sad.