That is not the exciting part. No, the exciting I speak of is the destruction that occurred. Saturday Fletch and I were sitting around playing, and I made the mistake of letting him play with my cell phone. He's done this numerous times without destroying it, so I was not worried. Then the stars aligned and somehow he entered the keystrokes of death. My phone went into sync mode and I couldn't get it out. Then when I took the battery out to do a soft reset, it locked up and wouldn't turn on. There was nothing. Just a little red light of death. I tried numerous things to make my phone come back to life, but alas after a trip to AT&T it was determined that there was no hope. What makes this so ironic is that we are about to change carriers in two months. TWO MONTHS! It would be almost $200 to get out of the contract now, so that was out of the question. The dude at the store suggested we head to Wally World for a pre-paid phone. All I had to do was put my SIM card in the pre-paid phone and that would tide me over until we switch carriers.
The choices were slim. There were two Nokia phones to choose from. A flip phone and a fixed front phone. I am not a big fan of the flip phone, and considering I now have a destructive 10 month old I don't think a flip phone would be safe from his need to explore. Now I understood this would be a no-frills phone. I just needed something for calling and texting. This was the first time I have ever gotten a new cell phone and not felt any excitement whatsoever. I mean look at this boring piece of plastic.
Blah-zay. This phone is leaning towards the ghetto side. I mean...I definitely feel a tad ghetto having to use a pre-paid piece of crap phone. Who uses these things? Maybe the pre-loaded ring-tones will give us a clue. Oh look, they're all latin dance music. WTH? (I guess even AT&T stereotypes it's customers) Couldn't they also add in a few Italian songs for the mobsters too? I guess I watch too much TV. There was a little part of me that would think "I can't believe they are just throwing those phones away, what a waste"when I watched The Wire on HBO. Well I would have no problem tossing this baby out the window either. (By the way, I really miss that show.)
I miss my old phone. I miss my fun ring-tones that I made on phonezoo. I miss my calendar and reminders. I miss my full qwerty keyboard. Once you go qwerty, everything else feels dirty.
I made myself a vanilla vodka and coke cocktail to ease the pain of owning a ghetto phone. I got to take one sip before Fletch reached out and knocked it over spilling it all over him, me and the kitchen floor. PARTY FOUL! How early is it to teach your children about alcohol abuse? I think I may have to borrow a sippy cup from Fletch for future beverages.