Yesterday, at the doctor’s office, I realized that I didn’t have my phone. I figured that I had left it on my desk at work. This morning, it wasn’t there. I went back outside and searched my car. Nothing. So I called home.
My mother is in charge of the cell phones in my house. Mostly because she wanted one about ten years before I did. We figured out that our contract is just about up, anyway, so it wasn’t a big deal to go get a new one. And while we were at it, she wanted to add my grandfather to our contract.
He is still doing pay-as-you-go-minutes.
But before we do, she is going to go and check her car to see if my phone is there.
In ten minutes, I went from:
OMG! MY PHONE IS GONE!
Oh, cool. Getting an iPhone.
Damn! I wanted an iPhone.
So you can guess what I did…
I ordered it.