HM! Oops I did it again... lost my phone. Sorta. Lemme explain. This incredible story started on January 12th, at SNOW DAY. You see, I lost my Galaxy S phone during the EPIC snowball fight that broke a world record. Worthy enough reason to lose a phone. Now then, as a stop gap Mama C loaned me a handset because I explained I only had the extended warranty on a handset I no longer possess. Awesome. At that time, T Mobile had contracts for discounted phones. I was a mere couple months into a 22-month program. Fan-fucking-tastic o__0 For the next 6 months I've been rocking up the stop gap, thinking I had to.
Then my June bill was charged twice, by accident of course. However, by the end of the conversation I had an iPhone 5 being shipped to me! WOOHOO! Upon arrival and fussing on it for a grip, I noticed that it likes to slip outta my pocket since it didn't have a case yet. One of my friends suggested I download the app, FindiPhone, ASAP. I heeded his advice and did that upon start up. I decided that I should probably order a phone case, too. Amazon.com, thank you very much - done.
Then after an uber shitty week, last week, I wanted to have drinks with my friends. Once I got home, I discovered that I no longer had my phone. Er, whicka whicka WTF happened to it? Being too crunk, the only thing I managed to do was queue up iCloud, declare it lost, password protect it and pass out...
The next morning (Saturday) was my lil' sister's birthday. Now you must understand how playful she is. On rare occasion she wakes up before me, and if she gets bored waiting for me to wake up she'll "steamroller" me [basically waking me up by crushing me while I"m asleep] The first words outta my mouth, "WCP. I lost my phone last night". She sighed, "Wow, Lamp. Again?" We laughed, and said happy birthday. I refreshed the computer screen. The GPS tracker within the phone was indicating it's located in the Somerset area of Factoria. Perfect! We'll zoom over to the location and retrieve it. Ironically enough my phone case arrived that afternoon - of course, right? SOML.
I recognized the address because I delivered pho there before. So... I knocked on the door, introduced myself. I asked for Michelle and sure enough she was stirred up. She didn't have my phone. Or so she knew of. It'll make sense later in the story. I bounced over to the neighbors house. A cranky old man answered the door. After a quick exchange I returned to Rosa [WCP's rig] This is 'los's broken crayons. All of them. We bomb back to the Bayne Beer Garden. I check the location again; swore I was right. Nope - it moved! WCP! Let's sky up!
The last known location was nearby the last location we checked. We canvassed a 400 sq foot area on my sister birthday. No phone. We go home - time to musk up / lady primer up for her birthday.
We continue to party and have fun into the night. I overheard Mama C remark that I'm calmer than she would be. The situation fell into rule #1 of the two rules of life: Shit happens. I knew the universe takes care of those that take care of it.
'sides I had a plan! I called T Mobile once again, activated my old phone (remember from the beginning of the story?) On my FB messenger service I read the best message ever. "I found your phone, it's in my purse."
Called T Mobile back, killed my insurance claim thus saving the deductible of $175, and active my phone line.
Long story made short [too late you groan] I got back with my phone w/ it's case on. It's currently charging, waiting for me to call T Mobile one more time tomorrow.
Moral of the story: Don't lose your phone. But if you do, don't lose your shit over it. Rule number 1 is shit happens. Rule number two is a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do. NOTE: Any problem with rule #1, see rule #2. Any problem with rule #2, see rule number #1.
This has been your C Note. 'los; out
Then my June bill was charged twice, by accident of course. However, by the end of the conversation I had an iPhone 5 being shipped to me! WOOHOO! Upon arrival and fussing on it for a grip, I noticed that it likes to slip outta my pocket since it didn't have a case yet. One of my friends suggested I download the app, FindiPhone, ASAP. I heeded his advice and did that upon start up. I decided that I should probably order a phone case, too. Amazon.com, thank you very much - done.
Then after an uber shitty week, last week, I wanted to have drinks with my friends. Once I got home, I discovered that I no longer had my phone. Er, whicka whicka WTF happened to it? Being too crunk, the only thing I managed to do was queue up iCloud, declare it lost, password protect it and pass out...
The next morning (Saturday) was my lil' sister's birthday. Now you must understand how playful she is. On rare occasion she wakes up before me, and if she gets bored waiting for me to wake up she'll "steamroller" me [basically waking me up by crushing me while I"m asleep] The first words outta my mouth, "WCP. I lost my phone last night". She sighed, "Wow, Lamp. Again?" We laughed, and said happy birthday. I refreshed the computer screen. The GPS tracker within the phone was indicating it's located in the Somerset area of Factoria. Perfect! We'll zoom over to the location and retrieve it. Ironically enough my phone case arrived that afternoon - of course, right? SOML.
I recognized the address because I delivered pho there before. So... I knocked on the door, introduced myself. I asked for Michelle and sure enough she was stirred up. She didn't have my phone. Or so she knew of. It'll make sense later in the story. I bounced over to the neighbors house. A cranky old man answered the door. After a quick exchange I returned to Rosa [WCP's rig] This is 'los's broken crayons. All of them. We bomb back to the Bayne Beer Garden. I check the location again; swore I was right. Nope - it moved! WCP! Let's sky up!
The last known location was nearby the last location we checked. We canvassed a 400 sq foot area on my sister birthday. No phone. We go home - time to musk up / lady primer up for her birthday.
We continue to party and have fun into the night. I overheard Mama C remark that I'm calmer than she would be. The situation fell into rule #1 of the two rules of life: Shit happens. I knew the universe takes care of those that take care of it.
'sides I had a plan! I called T Mobile once again, activated my old phone (remember from the beginning of the story?) On my FB messenger service I read the best message ever. "I found your phone, it's in my purse."
Called T Mobile back, killed my insurance claim thus saving the deductible of $175, and active my phone line.
Long story made short [too late you groan] I got back with my phone w/ it's case on. It's currently charging, waiting for me to call T Mobile one more time tomorrow.
Moral of the story: Don't lose your phone. But if you do, don't lose your shit over it. Rule number 1 is shit happens. Rule number two is a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do. NOTE: Any problem with rule #1, see rule #2. Any problem with rule #2, see rule number #1.
This has been your C Note. 'los; out
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