October 22, 2009

Freaky Admissions

I've been having problems with my new cell phone. If you recall, I finally joined the mainstream and truly plugged in, getting myself a really nice phone with picture taking capabilities, a scheduler, internet access etc.

What I did not realize is how high maintenance a phone such as a Blackberry is, as opposed to my crappy little flip phone that charges in five minutes, and can take a licking and keep on ticking. If I'd realized it, I'd not have gotten it. (Fortunately it was on special for $50.)

I went running with it about two weeks ago. I consider running with my phone normal wear and tear. I RARELY run without my cell phone. It's a safety thing for me. I've had to use it too many times for someone to pick me up during long trainings due to injury, bad weather, whatever. Anyway, I came back from my run and the keyboard was locked up. According to the phone company, there was moisture in it.

I ran a full marathon, a half marathon, hundreds and scads of miles with my old phone and never once had a problem. I go out with this phone ONE TIME and I have moisture issue.

This was not the phone for me. It's fun, but in two years, when this one finally breaks, I'll find a cheap flip phone again. I don't need all the whistles and bells and I'm still not plugged into the internet, which at this point would only be good for SEC football scores or weather.

So for my story... I walk into the cell store to get my new phone. (It was replaced free of charge, even though I did not buy the insurance. I didn't expect it... but neither did they probably expect someone so conciliatory and polite. I live in S. FL. They were probably ready for cursing and rudeness.) And as I was standing there at the counter, in walked a 5'11" blonde, skinny as a rail, wearing short shorts, a tight little tshirt, and low heels.

She absolutely OOZED, beyotch or better yet, crazy beyotch. But she flounced in and was polite as the young man rushed to help her.

And the following conversation occurred to the best of my recollection:

Her: My phone was taken from me, thrown to the ground, the battery split away, and now it drops calls. Can you help me?

Salesman: *big pause, looks at the phone* Who threw it on the ground? *turning the phone around in his hand*

Her: The cops.



Salesman: Really?

Her: It's a long story.

And he led her back to his counter where whatever issue was or was not resolved. At that point, I'd tuned out. It wasn't my business and I was still too stunned by what I'd accidentally overheard. (She was standing four feet from me when she entered.)

So, this is what I asked my son, "Would you have said any of that?"

Me? I'd have walked in and said "I dropped my phone. It's now dropping calls. Can you help me?"

NEVER would I have phrased it the way she did. Good Lord.

Me thinks that some cop got tired of some attitude.

But I could be wrong...

Off to Atlanta to see Mo and the baby. Tomorrow morning I am sitting. I hear she plays pattycake! I can't wait to smooch on those big baby cheeks.

More later...

Posted by Boudicca at October 22, 2009 02:55 PM

OtterBox dot com. Arthur bought one of their Blackberry cases the same week he purchased his phone and it's indestructible... plus it waterproofs the phone.

Have fun in Atlanta!

Posted by: Pam at October 22, 2009 05:26 PM

Safe travels, happy baby pinching

Posted by: patti at October 22, 2009 06:00 PM

Did that chick want me?

Posted by: Toluca Nole at October 22, 2009 07:47 PM

Judging from the beeyotch vibes you were getting from that chick, and the fact she wasn't shy about telling the salesman (and anyone else within earshot) her sob story about the bad old cops breaking her cellphone, I believe she may have gotten a taste of what happens when you act stupid and rude to cops. Of course it couldn't be HER fault. But I digress.

Meantime hope you get to smooch lots of baby cheek! (The upper ones, not the lower ones.) I'm keeping in pretty good smooching practice with mine.

Posted by: diamond dave at October 22, 2009 08:13 PM

What...you think she's gonna admit it was really her pimp? C'mon Bou...

Posted by: The Piper at October 22, 2009 11:26 PM

Have you ever checked out OverheardInNewYork.com? People send in crazy, amazing, strange, and hilarious things they've overheard. It's a crack up! What you overheard would fit in perfect on that site.

It's amazing what people will say and do in public. Living in Los Angeles, I've seen and heard a ton. It actually wouldn't surprise me to be in a phone store, in certain neighborhoods, and overhear that the cops threw someone's phone on the ground!

Posted by: DogsDontPurr at October 24, 2009 06:51 PM

Oh...and I should have added to my last comment, that there have been a number of times that *I* would like to be the person to throw someone's cell phone to the ground! I swear, some people have those things glued to their ear. Their rudeness is sometimes unbelievable.

Posted by: DogsDontPurr at October 24, 2009 06:56 PM

Why not just wrap the phone in Saran Wrap before running? It's non-existent weight, it's plastic so it will stick to itself, and it will keep out the sweat.

Posted by: Teresa at October 25, 2009 11:30 PM

Maybe better would be one of those resealable sandwich bags.

Posted by: Carl Brannen at October 26, 2009 09:44 PM

I use those plastic sandwich bags. I get condensation inside them sometimes. Now I'm going to wrap it in a papertowel and then put it in the resealable bag. I have to have it for this Saturday's race. It's just not an option not to.

Posted by: bou at October 27, 2009 05:29 AM

That's why the Saran wrap rather than the baggie. Put a paper towel around it then wrap it tightly with the saran wrap. That will keep out more moisture because it rather self seals unlike most baggies. You could skip the PT and use 2 layers of wrap instead.

Posted by: Teresa at October 27, 2009 04:33 PM