I never realized how very dependent on my cell phone I am. Until I didn't have one anymore. While en route to Georgia for work for the um...6th week in a row (I know, right?) I stopped at a QT in South Carolina. Went into the ladies room to wash my hands and set my phone down a bit away from the sink. Didn't want to get it wet. Walked out and forgot to bring the phone with me. Only took me maybe 2-3 minutes to realize that I didn't have it. Ran back in to the ladies' room...Gone. I fought back several waves of hysteria and the impulse to burst into tears. I went to the counter to borrow the phone and called my number, straight to voice mail. So they turned it off. Now I have to find a new phone and have the old one shut off. Trouble is that I am not from Spartanburg, and I don't know where an AT&T store is located. Normally, I would pull up directions and Google map it, but...no phone. I can't call anyone. I can't text. I have no GPS and no way to get on the Internet to find the place. Finally, I find a shopping center with a Kohl's. They have wifi. So I pulled my laptop out of my trunk and borrowed their signal for a bit. Found a store, had to wait for it to open and then almost knocked the salesperson down with the force of my ire.
I am now the proud owner of a new HTC One Mini and it's very cute. And while I'm attempting to sort out how the silly thing works it occurs to me...
The person who stole my phone is an idiot. My Blackberry was more than 2 years old, which is antique. They turned it off, which means that when they turned it back on, it was locked. If you enter the wrong password into my phone more than 5 times, it locks up and wipes the phone. So they are now the proud owners of a lovely paperweight.
Some people just need a high five. In the face. With a chair.
